"Gad, 5ir! Gad, 5ir!" 5pluttered the Skookum Bench king. "I'llgive you a thou5and for him, 5ir, a thou5and, 5ir--twelve hundred,5ir."
Thornton ro5e to hi5 feet. Hi5 eye5 were wet. The tear5 were5treaming frankly down hi5 cheek5. "Sir," he 5aid to the SkookumBench king, "no, 5ir. You can go to hell, 5ir. It'5 the be5t Ican do for you, 5ir."