"No; you are right there. I may as well tell you what I am thinking of. Our crop of grain is ready to harvest, and I should like to load it on this boat and carry it down to St. Louis and sell it there myself."
CHAPTER XV. BOB BUYS THE FERRY-BOAT.
"Good!" said Mr. Slocum. "I like your pluck. Well, there's the boat. You can have it if you want it—for a fair price, of course."
"What do you call a fair price?" asked Bob.
"I don't mind sayin' that I bought it second-hand myself, and I've got good value out of it. I might sell it for—a hundred and twenty-five dollars."
Bob shook his head.
"That may be cheap," he answered; "but I can't afford to pay so much money."
"You can sell it at St. Louis when you're through usin' it."