"That boy is an impostor!" muttered Jackson. "Why, he's only a school boy. What does he know about business?"
"I think he has proved a match for you. Good-morning, Mr. Jackson. Ben, let us be going."
"Now," said Taylor as they were walking toward the inn, "what do you say to my offer?"
"Please state it, Mr. Taylor."
"I offer forty thousand dollars for the farm. It may be worth considerably more than that; but, on the other hand, the wells may soon run dry. I have to take the chances."
"That seems a fair offer, Mr. Taylor," said Ben frankly. "If I were the owner I would accept it; but I am acting for another who may not think as I do."
"Will you consult her and let me know?"
"I will write at once."
"Why not telegraph? The delay would be too great if you trust to the mail."
"I will do as you suggest," answered Ben, "if there is an opportunity to telegraph from this place."