“So your mother thinks this land is valueless, eh?” asked the owner of the Wanderer.
“She always said she wished she had back the money she paid for it.”
“Well, she’s likely to get it,” went on Mr. Seabury.
“Where is it?”
“Just outside of Kissimmee City. I happen to own a hotel there and this land is next to it. For several years I have tried to get in communication with the owner but was not successful. Now I do so by accident.”
“Why did you want to find the owner?”
“Because I want to buy the land. I intend to build an addition to my hotel, as the place where it is located has become quite a summer colony. I will give your mother a good price for the lot. Do you think she will sell it?”
“I’m sure she will. In fact I think I’m safe in offering it to you at a fair price. I don’t know what it is worth, but I’m willing to leave it to you.”
“No, I don’t do business that way. When you get to Kissimmee City, you can telegraph your mother about the land. You can have it valued by some real estate dealer, and I’ll pay you whatever he says it is worth. Is that satisfactory?” And Jerry said it was.
“We mustn’t forget Bob!” exclaimed Ned, after this business was concluded. “The professor wants to know what kinds of medicine you have, Mr. Seabury. Bob has a bad fever.”