"Why, old girl, I believe you think I can't stand the gaff. But if you like, we'll take our medicine together."
Toward noon they entered the sheriff's office. Braden was already there with his lawyer, Parks, talking with the sheriff. Presently entered the two strangers with whom Angus had talked the day before. The stout man smiled and nodded, with a quick appraising glance at Faith. Then came Judge Riley, and with him, to Angus' surprise, was Chetwood.
"'Under and by virtue of the power of sale contained in a certain mortgage bearing date—and made between—'"
The sheriff's voice droned on. Angus paid scanty attention. Now that he was there "to stand the gaff" his feelings were almost impersonal.
"What am I offered for this property?" the sheriff having stated the conditions of sale was getting down to business.
"Ten thousand dollars." This from Mr. Braden. The amount was slightly more than his mortgage claim.
"Ten thousand dollars I am offered. Ten thousand. Are there any other offers? If not—" The sheriff paused, sweeping the room with his eye. Braden, looking at Angus, permitted himself a grin. "If not, then—"
"Twelve thousand." It was the stout man, Mac. Having uttered the two words he resumed a conversation with his friend.
"Twelve thousand?" the sheriff repeated. "Was that right sir? You bid twelve thousand, Mr.—er—"
"McGinity," the stout man supplied.