“Where do you think I can raise so much money?” asked Brackett, who underrated White’s penetration, or he would never have hoped to deceive him.
“Plenty of ways,” replied White, coolly.
“Your credit ought to be good for a loan of that amount, when you own a ten-thousand-dollar farm.”
“There isn’t anybody in town who has money to lend.”
“Must be a peculiar place, then. Is there a mortgage on the farm?”
“No.”
“Mortgage it, then, for a thousand dollars, pay me a hundred, and invest the rest.”
“I don’t believe Lucindy would agree to that.”
“I see that I shall have to tear the will up.”
“No, no; don’t do that,” said Brackett, hurriedly, extending his hand in alarm.