“No, sir; I was instructed to sell in Wall Street, and I prefer to do so.”
“Oh, just as you please,” said Mr. Chase. “You will lose by it, but that’s your affair. Good-morning, gentlemen. I have a friend in the next car.”
So saying, he bowed, and left the car.
“Well, my business was easily done,” said the farmer.
“Will you allow me to look at the bills he gave you?” asked Harry.
“Sartain! Why?” and the farmer drew out his wallet.
Harry took one of the bills in his hand and examined it carefully, but he was not an expert, and could not judge whether it was good or not.
“Don’t you think it’s good?” asked the farmer, uneasily.
“I presume it is; but I didn’t like the looks of the man you had dealings with.”
“He is of good family,” said the farmer.