"That will be a dollar and a half for the three of us, Mr. Cole," put in Jack.
"Hum!" The old farmer began to look interested. "It's a putty stiff drive to Point View, an' I'd have to come back fer the potatoes."
"Make it two dollars!" cried Jack. "And do it as quickly as you can."
"Hum! Got the cash with you, young man?"
"Yes, here it is!" And the young major held up two one-dollar bills.
"All right, I'm your man!" cried Ezra Cole. "I ain't in no hurry to git to hum, an' two dollars ain't picked up every day. Jest wait till I drive in an' leave my potatoes where they will be safe."
"Might leave 'em with our bicycles," said Jack.
"So I will."
It did not take the old farmer long to unload his barrels of potatoes. Then he swept out his farm-wagon and spread some horse-blankets for the boys to sit upon. They leaped in and he took up the lines once more.
"G'lang!" he shouted to his team and cracked his whip, and off they went along the road at a good gait.