“To keep the land.”
Bascomb wondered if Ross was bluffing for a higher figure, or whether his young friend knew the real value of the property.
“Very well, David. Now as to your question as to what we would do with the property if we purchased it. I don’t see that that is immediately relevant to my proposition. Of course Wallie has told you enough to make it clear that the N. M. & Q. will have to have the right-of-way on Lost Farm. My purchase of it has to do with that aspect of the situation.”
“Well, Mr. Bascomb, I’m afraid it’s impossible to come to an understanding.” Ross shrugged his shoulders.
“Now, don’t misunderstand me,” said Bascomb, bringing his palm down smartly on the arm of his chair. “The Northern Improvement Company make you the propositions I have outlined, through me, as president of that concern. The company is connected in no way with the N. M. & Q. It’s a straight business deal from start to finish.”
“I won’t contradict you there, Mr. Bascomb. You have no doubt legalized any prospective manœuvres of the Improvement Company. However, I can’t accept either of your offers. As to my financial interest in the property, I have practically none. As Mr. Avery’s partner, I have assumed the responsibility of advising him. I thank you for your offer, however.”
“How much do you want for the land?” Bascomb’s eyes glittered behind his gold-rimmed glasses, but he maintained his easy professional smile.
“Not a cent. We’re not going to sell.”
“Come, now, Ross. I can bluff also,” replied Bascomb, forcing a laugh. “Name your figure.”
“I’ll do it if you’ll tell me—prove to me conclusively—that the N. M. & Q. is going through Lost Farm tract over the line of the first survey.”