“We are,” smiled Phil.
“Where’s the claim?”
“We are friends of Si Hopkins,” declared Ted.
“Will he sign the mortgage?”
“We aren’t giving a mortgage—that is, how much do you want for the horses and wagon, Mr. Turner?” asked the younger boy.
“H’m! Let me see. You’ll want time, of course, even if Si is back of you. Money’s high now, so I ought to get four hundred and fifty dollars, one hundred down, the balance fifty every three months.”
“We haven’t asked for time, sir,” exclaimed Phil curtly. “Come, Ted, let’s see if we can’t get horses of some one who doesn’t charge three or four prices.”
“If you knew Sam as well as I do, you wouldn’t mind his trying to be a robber,” exclaimed a hanger on.
“We’ll give you just two hundred and seventy-five dollars in cash, Mr. Turner. Take it or leave it.”
“Make it three hundred and you can take the team with you.”