"Twenty dollars once, twenty dollars
twice--"
"Stop!" yelled Lem Wacker.
"Do you bid more?" asked Bart.
"I--I do!"
"How much?"
"Double--treble--if I have to!" retorted Wacker. "Only I want you to
wait until I can get the cash. I have only sixteen dollars with me--I
can get a hundred and sixty in two minutes, I--"
"Terms strictly cash," said Bart simply. "Going, going, at twenty
dollars--"
"Hold on! Don't you dare!" raved Wacker, swinging his arms about like a
windmill. "I demand that this sale be suspended until I can get further
funds."
"Twenty dollars--gone!" sung out Bart in the same business tone, "and
sold to--cash."
With a sigh of relief and weakness Baker swayed sideways to a bench,
first extending to Darry Haven with a shaking hand a little roll of
bills.
"Charge me with the balance," said Bart quickly to his assistant, in a
low tone.
"You've no right!" raved Lem Wacker loudly, shaking his fist at Bart,
and in a passion of uncontrollable rage. "You'll suffer for this! I
protest against this sale--I demand that you do not deliver that
package, you young snob! you--"
Lem Wacker was getting abusive.
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