Bowers looked up startled. "Will you please repeat that very slowly."
"It's true," chuckled Filmer, "and I am calling a town meeting for to-night. I haven't time to give you the details now, but be on hand at eight o'clock. He's made a perfectly straight proposal and I don't see how we can lose on it. I never met a man just like him."
"Did he come in on the train this afternoon?"
The mayor nodded. "Yes—said he was going on to Minneapolis, but decided to stop over and make this offer."
"Then I saw him at the station," answered Bowers thoughtfully. "I thought he was a buyer. Do you reckon we can rope him in?"
Filmer drew a long breath. "Looks to me as if he would rope himself in the way he is going. He won't need any help from us."
"What did you make of him personally?"
"I didn't get very far," said Filmer deliberately, "except that he struck me as the sort of man who gets things done. Look here, I've seen Dibbott and Worden and Manson. Will you go and see the Bishop and ask him to come to-night?"
"The Bishop went away this morning."
"Damn!" said the mayor explosively. "I wanted to get his opinion about
Clark, that's his name, Robert Fisher Clark. Well, so long."