"We
haven't squared up, not by a jugful,-- not till you hand over some
more cash."
"I've handed over enough now."
"No, you hain't. Do you think I'm going to do all your work for
nothing?"
"You were well paid."
"It's only you as thinks so; I don't."
"How much more do you want?"
"A thousand dollars."
The largeness of the demand fairly took away my breath. As for Mr.
Aaron Woodward, he was beside himself.
"A thousand dollars!" he said. "Why, you're crazy, sir."
"No, I ain't; I mean just what I say."
"You expect me to pay you a thousand dollars?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't ask it if I didn't."
"See here, Fer--"
"Sh!-- John Stumpy, if you please."
"That's so, I forgot. But see here, a thousand dollars! Why, I've
already paid you that."
"So you have. Now I want another thousand and then we'll cry quits."
Mr. Aaron Woodward grew white with rage. "I never heard of such an
outrageous demand," he cried. "I'll never pay it."
"Oh, yes, you will," rejoined the other, coolly. "Aaron Woodward never
yet acted rashly."
"Suppose I refuse to pay?"
"Better not; I'm a bad man when I am aroused.
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