“I shall be glad to have your company,” said Harry, politely.
It flattered his vanity that a man old enough to be his grandfather was disposed to be guided by him in a matter of such importance.
Just then a smooth voice was heard from the seat behind.
“Gentlemen,” said a young man, showily dressed and with a profusion of rings on his fingers, “excuse my interrupting you, but I may be able to save you some trouble.”
They naturally waited for an explanation of these words.
“I overheard you saying that you had some coupons to dispose of.”
“Yes,” replied the farmer, eagerly.
“I am myself a banker and broker, and deal in government securities. If the amount is not too large, I will buy your coupons and pay for them at once.”
“That will be handy,” said the farmer. “I’ve got thirty dollars in cowpons.”
“And you, my young friend?” said the so-called broker, addressing Harry.