“Not if you made it twenty percent.”
Brenchfield sat in silence for a moment. Suddenly he seemed to make a resolve.
“Will you lend me forty thousand dollars on first mortgage on my Redmans Ranch?”
Jim gasped, and Phil sucked with his lips, for the Redmans Ranch was Brenchfield’s one best bet; it was one of the finest and largest ranches on that side of the Okanagan Lake.
Jim winked to Phil.
“Would the bank lend you forty thousand dollars on it?” asked Phil.
“Sure!” braved the Mayor. “They’d be tickled to death to do it.”
Phil got up.
“I guess you’d better make friends with them and get their loan. We haven’t any desire for the name of Graham Brenchfield on our books;––it wouldn’t look good.”