"Gee shoo! Oh, well, show the wagon to 'em."
Si led the way to a shed and rolled the red wagon into view. A glance told Mark and Bob that the wagon was a fair one and in good repair.
"There's a top for it—up in the barn loft," said Si. "But it's full of holes and will have to be mended."
"Well, I guess we could mend it," answered Mark. "But don't you think forty dollars is a good price?" He was growing as cautious as was Bob.
"Father wants forty dollars—I don't think he'll take less. Still you might ask him."
They examined the wagon with care and ran it around the yard of the farm. Then they walked back to where Mr. Williams was sitting.
"I'll give twenty-five dollars for the wagon," said Bob.
"Make it thirty-five dollars and it's yours."
"No, twenty-five."
"Then split the difference and call it thirty dollars," said Mr. Williams, and this was the selling price finally agreed upon. The boys said they would bring the mule around the next morning and take the vehicle away.