“Peddle the samples?”
“Sure thing.”
“And you haven’t had any business in result?”
I shook my head.
“The only two people who were in the store all morning were young Pennykorn and his father. And they came to order us out.”
The returned one pricked up his ears.
“Order us out?” says he. “What do you mean?”
Getting the story, he hurried down the street to learn from the lot’s owner if the property had been sold. But he soon came back into sight. And was he ever stepping high!
“We’re all right, Jerry. Mr. Weckler says they can’t buy the lot now if they offer him ten times what he asked them for it in the first place. It seems he was sore at them for parking their cars here. And a month or so ago he told them that if the lot was so necessary to them in their business they’d better buy it. But you know how tight they are. What was the use of spending a thousand dollars for the lot, was their idea, when they could get the use of it for nothing? So they never bought it. And now Mr. Weckler is tickled to think that we crowded them out. He’s on our side strong. They just offered him twelve hundred for the lot. But he told them that, having rented it to us, it wasn’t for sale.”
I was out in front when smarty got into his truck to go home to dinner. And you should have seen him glare at me. But I stepped around as big as cuffy. We should worry about him.