“You won’t listen to me,” explained the lawyer, in no very good humor, “so Mr. Elder has come to reason with you.”
“I’ll do it for fifty dollars or nothing,” stoutly insisted Bud.
When Mr. Elder appeared on the porch—and it was apparent that he was not overflowing with good humor—he wasted very little time. After greeting the lawyer and his wife, he said:
“Bud, we worked together pretty well yesterday. Come with me. I want to see you.”
“Go along,” exclaimed Attorney Stockwell, in a tone of authority. But this was not needed. Bud needed no urging. With a smile, he led the way to the buggy.
The fair official started toward the center of the town. Before he could open negotiations, Bud exclaimed:
“Mr. Elder, I reckon I know what you want. You’ve fallen out with the guy that threw us down and you want me to do the aeroplane stunt again.”
President Elder smiled.
“You know what I said yesterday,” went on Bud. “I don’t like to break my word. But don’t you think you people are makin’ me purty cheap?”