“No I can’t. I tol’ this client to lend his money to your dad when he needed it to buy them Crossbar Double A cows, because the security was good then. Now I don’t think it good no more, I have to tell him to call his loan.” Jimpson spoke with a touch of malice in his voice.
“If Miss Reed will supply the necessary men I will arrive at the Double R to-morrow and make an estimate of the number of cattle on her ranch. We’ll hope for the best, and if these rumors are false, why, the bank will take up the note held by Mr. Jimpson’s client,” Raine said.
“Of course, yuh can have all the men yuh want,” Dot told him. Then she faltered. “And—if—if——Then the bank will foreclose?”
It was easy to see that Raine found himself in a difficult and unpleasant position and that he disliked his task.
“I’m afraid I will have to advise them to do that,” he said.
“My client is willing to buy the ranch,” Jimpson sputtered.
“So that’s it, yuh rat!” Bill McAllister growled as he stepped threateningly toward the leering old man.
“I have a good mind to sic the twins on yuh,” Spur Treadwell said coldly.
Dot Reed faced old Miser Jimpson, and he seemed more affected by the scorn in her eyes than by Spur’s threat.
“An’ what will this precious client of yours offer?” she asked coldly.