“I guess this will make you all right, Jeremiah,” said White. “It’ll be worth a good deal of money to you.”
“You’re a master hand at the pen, George,” said Brackett, admiringly. “Nobody will know this from the old man’s signature. I’ll take care of it till the time comes when it’s wanted.”
He held out his hand for the document, but George White drew back, smiling significantly.
“Not so fast, brother-in-law,” he said. “You shall have this when I receive the hundred dollars. That was the bargain, you remember.”
“You don’t expect I’ve got a hundred dollars in cash, do you?” asked Brackett, disturbed.
“Then why did you agree to pay me that sum when I had done my work?” demanded White.
“I didn’t think you’d insist on it. I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a hundred and fifty when the money comes in to me.”
“I am to have a thousand dollars then.”
“Of course; and this will make eleven hundred and fifty. Come, that’s a fair offer.”
“It may be, in your eyes, brother-in-law, but it isn’t in mine. I tell you I must have the money now.”