When Bob drove into the barnyard just before noon his uncle hurried over and looked into the wagon.
"Why, did he take all the turtles, Bob?" he inquired, surprised to find the wagon empty.
"Yes, he took them," said Bob, "and sold them right away to the Fort Henry Hotel in Pittsburgh. He called them up on the long distance telephone."
"How much did he pay you for them?" was the next inquiry.
"$72.97," replied Bob proudly.
"What! for those turtles!" exclaimed his uncle. "I don't believe it."
"Well, you don't have to believe me," Bob laughed as he jumped from the wagon. "I've the proof here." And he proudly exhibited his new bank book.
The look of surprise on his uncle's face gave way to one of disappointment.
"Of course, Uncle Joe, I put the money in the bank—I didn't want to carry it around," he added.
His uncle said nothing more, but turned on his heel and walked away. It was very evident to Bob that he had changed his mind and expected him to turn over the proceeds from the sale of the turtles, but he was determined that his uncle should stick to his agreement.