“So I see.” The carriage man didn’t seem overly glad to find him there, Tom thought.
“Yes, I got to thinking it over, and I dropped in to make you an offer.”
“All right; let’s hear it. I’m sort of busy this afternoon.”
“Well, I want to have a man come up here and look the car over. If he says it can be repaired reasonably, I’ll pay you a hundred and twenty-five dollars for it, fifty dollars cash and the balance at the rate of twenty dollars a month.”
“My terms was a hundred and fifty cash,” said Mr. Saunders.
“Yes, but like as not you were expecting to pay ten or fifteen dollars’ commission to someone,” responded Willard cheerfully. “You won’t have to pay any commission, and that will save something.”
“H-m; and what about interest?”
“Interest?”
“Sure; interest on the balance of seventy-five dollars you’d be owing me. It would be four months before I’d get the last of it.”