“I don’t know about that. I might miss a sale. How soon is he comin’, and when will you know whether you want to buy her or not?”
“I’m going to try and get him to come to-morrow. Then just as soon as I hear what he says——”
“I’ll give you an option until this time to-morrow, and that’s the best I can do,” said Mr. Saunders with finality. “Take it, or leave it. A hundred and twenty-five isn’t enough, anyway, for an automobile like that. Why, that car cost, new, ’most fifteen hundred dollars, I guess!”
“That isn’t very long,” said Willard, “but if it’s the best you’ll do, all right. Only I’m afraid Mr. Brennan is so busy——”
“Tell him to come this evening. I’ll give him the key if he will stop at my house. He knows where I live.”
“Thanks. I’ll ask him to, then. Much obliged.” As they started out Mr. Saunders called Tom back.
“Look here,” he whispered, “I agreed to give you ten dollars, son, but that was for selling her for a hundred and fifty. This fellow’s only going to pay a hundred and twenty-five, and not all cash, either. So I can’t give you more’n five dollars; understand?”
“I don’t want any commission at all, thank you, Mr. Saunders,” replied Tom.
“Oh!” Mr. Saunders looked relieved. “Well, that’s all right, then. Can this fellow pay the money? Who is he?”