"How much do you want?"
When Mr. Webster told him, Mr. Oliver considered the matter for a few moments.
"I'll have to start Harry in another three or four years, and if we put in a lot of young trees they'd be in good bearing by that time," he said thoughtfully. "We could work the place from our own ranch in the meanwhile; but I'm afraid I can't raise the price you ask. Would you let part stand over on a mortgage?"
"I can't do that," was the reply, "though I'd like to oblige you. You see, if I'm to handle those contracts properly, I must have the money to buy tools and to pay wages. But suppose we appoint two valuers to fix a figure."
The boys had been listening intently, and Frank broke in:
"Harry and I have decided to go partners in a ranch some day, and there's the salvage money."
"It wouldn't be enough," said Mr. Oliver regretfully.
Mr. Marston touched Mr. Oliver's shoulder.
"I'd like a few words with you privately."
They crossed the room, and after talking for a while in low tones Mr. Marston beckoned Frank, who had been waiting in tense excitement. Mr. Marston was a middle-aged business man, with keen eyes and a thoughtful face, and he looked at Frank steadily.