“Yes, Mr. Lee, this real-estate deal will make you a rich man,” Frank heard Flecker remark, during the course of the meal. “It is really one chance out of a hundred.”
“You are certain that the property is free and clear?” questioned the planter.
“Perfectly clear, sir—I’ll give you my personal guarantee.”
“And you are authorized to sell the land for eight thousand dollars?”
“That’s the figure—providing I can get a customer this week. You see, the family need ready money, otherwise they would hold out for ten or fifteen thousand dollars. It’s a snap—the biggest snap I ever heard of,” went on Gabe Flecker, glibly.
“It is certainly a low figure,” replied Mr. Lee. “Colonel Moss wanted to buy the place three years ago, and they asked sixteen thousand dollars.”
“Then you will take the property?”
“I reckon I will. I’ll think it over first, though.”
“You had better make a deposit and close the bargain. If you don’t I’ll have to offer it to somebody else.”
“I see.” The planter stroked his beard for a moment. “Well, I reckon after all I’ll take it. I’ve always wanted the place.”