"That land is his father's. Ned is manager and real head, but the land is still deeded to his father. Although the old man has desired to make all or any part over to the boy, Ned would not agree."
Sykes seemed to muse on the matter a moment. Andy did not notice the cunning light flash into the other's eyes. His companion's quick mind had gathered something of great interest to him.
"The fact is," said Andy deliberately, "I would not recommend this to any friend of mine, as I have said."
Suddenly a resentful light burned in Sykes' eyes.
"Do you mean to say you will knock this deal?" said he.
"Sure," said Andy smiling. "I'll knock it into a cocked hat if anybody appeals to me."
"Say!" said Sykes, the lash of sarcasm entering into his tone. "You rubes carry some side, eh? A few of you little farmers think you can chin-up to Reddy Sykes. Bah!"
He turned on his heel.
With a cheerful "Good-day!" Andy took his departure.
Looking at the figure crossing the street Sykes smiled sardonically.