“Then I suppose I’ll have to pay what you ask. Have you a nice, clean copy with you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All right, hand it over.”
“I can get it for you in about fifteen minutes.”
“Then do it.”
Leaving his case with the man, Frank ran back to the depot, where he had left his package with the ticket seller. He had been cautioned not to sell books right out of hand, for in many places to do that would require a peddler’s license. Soon he came back with the volume.
“It didn’t take you long,” said the would-be purchaser.
“No, sir, I ran all the way.”
“Humph! So you won’t take less than three dollars?”
“I can’t. But I tell you what I’ll do. I see you have some chickens for sale.”