“You can just pass that over to my credit, I don’t care to draw it out to-day,” he said, as he handed in the check at the bank.
As he was stepping into the street again, he felt a tap on his shoulder, a voice asking, at the same time,“How are you to-day, Mr. Himes?”
“Ah! good-day, colonel; how are you?” he returned, looking round.
“I want a little chat with you on business,” said Bangs, offering his hand with an urbane smile. “Just step over to my office with me, won’t you?”
“You hain’t got on the track o’ them thieves, hev ye?” queried Himes, half incredulously, half eagerly, as they walked on together. “But I s’pose there hain’t no such good news.”
“I wish I could say there was,” was the gracious reply; “but they are cunning rogues, though we may promise ourselves that they’re sure to be caught finally. No; it’s another matter I want to speak of to-day. Just step in and take a chair. I hear you were offering your farm for sale. Have you found a purchaser yet?”
Himes answered in the negative.
“Well, I have a little money to invest, and don’t know but I might as well put it into land.”
Questions and answers followed—as to the size of the farm, buildings on it, quality of land, number of acres under cultivation, etc.
“Well, I must ride out and look at it before I can strike a bargain with you,” the lawyer said at length. “But haven’t you some other property for sale—railroad or other stock? mortgages?”