“But what about my house...?” Dent asked plaintively.
Ford looked across to Mr Prosser, and suddenly a wicked thought struck him.
“He wants to knock your house down?”
“Yes, he wants to build...” said 1) Dent
“And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?”
“Yes, and...”
“I'm sure we can come to some arrangement,” said Ford. “Excuse me!” he shouted.
Mr Prosser <…> looked around.
“It's
very simple,” said 2) Ford, “my client, Mr Dent, says that he will stop
lying here in the mud on the sole condition that you come and take over
from him.”
“You
want me,” said 3) Mr. Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, “to come
and lie there, in front of the bulldozer, instead of Mr Dent?”