“Hear him!” murmured Sam, addressing the world at large. “Getting on nicely! Talking rot, that’s what they’re doing!”
“How much, though, do you suppose the old codger would want to charge us for the meadow?” asked Dolph.
“More than it’s worth,” replied Ted gloomily.
“I don’t see why,” said Jack. “It isn’t much good to him now except for pasture, and the amount we’d need wouldn’t make much difference to his cows and horses.”
“I should say not! Why, Finkler’s got over a hundred acres, I heard.”
“That’s right,” Ted agreed. “And I guess he doesn’t own more than half a dozen cows and a few horses.”
“Horses!” exclaimed Sam. “He’s got twenty of them, if he’s got one! He raises them. And they say he cares more for his old nags than anything else.”
“That so?” asked Jack. “Well, I don’t believe a man who has to do with horses and likes them can be so bad, after all.”