[00:00.00] He turned and walked back and forth rapidly with a furious look on his face. " Pets," he said," P- E- T- S,25 cents each, two times 25 is 50. Can you understand that? I offer you 50 cents." Flannery reached for the book. He ran his hand through the pages and stopped at page 64. " I don't take 50 cents." he whispered in a non-pleasant voice. " Here's the rule for it.' When the agent be any doubt about which two rates should be charged on a shipment, he shall charge the larger. The person receiving the shipment may put in a claim for the overcharge. In this case, Mister Morehouse, I be in doubt. Pets them animals may be. And domestic they may be. But pigs, I am sure they do be. And my rule says plain as the nose on your face, pigs, Franklin to Westcote, 30 cents each." Mister Morehouse shook his head savagely. " Nonsense," he shouted," confounded nonsense! I tell you. That rule means common pigs, not Guinea pigs." " Pigs is pigs." Flannery said firmly. Mister Morehouse bit his lip and then flung his arms out wildly. "Very well," he shouted " You shall hear of this. Your president shall hear of this. It is an outrage. I have offered you 50 cents. You refuse it. Keep the pigs until you are ready to take the 50 cents. But, by Gorge, Sir, if one hair of those pigs' heads is harmed, I will have the law on you." He turned and walked out, slamming the door.