There was time for Bill to satisfy his craving for a “real feed.” Then the truck arrived.
The Professor and Bill gave one look at the little blue glacier bear. Then, for sheer joy, they fell into each other’s arms.
“What do you want for him?” the Professor demanded at last.
“A tractor,” said Lawrence.
“The best in the settlement!”
“The Titan.”
“Agreed and for good measure, a gang plow, a harrow, two drums of gas and three log chains.”
Lawrence could not say a word. He could only stand and stare. All his dreams had come true in a moment.
“I only wish we might do better,” the Professor half apologized. “But we’ve spent a great deal of money in the search. So-o, I—”
“I think,” said Lawrence, “that you’re a very good sport. And—and we thank you.”