This proposal did not suit Amsden, who knew that in that case Gerald would hear about the land speculation, and then his plans would fail utterly.
“Don’t wait for that, Gerald! Let’s fix the matter on the spot.”
“What do you propose to pay me for the property, Mr. Amsden?”
Jake Amsden closed one eye and assumed a contemplative look.
“I don’t know but I’d be willin’ to give you five hundred dollars, Gerald. That’s a good deal of money.”
“Have you got that sum of money in cash, Mr. Amsden?”
“Well, not exactly, but I’ll give you my note indorsed by a reliable party.”
“I would wish to know the name of the party.”
“Bradley Wentworth, of Seneca, Illinois. You know him as the man that was visitin’ you when your father died.”