“You don’t mean that, Maxey?” said Billy, earnestly.
“Yes, I do.”
“But it’s a new machine.”
“I’d sell her for half what she’s worth,” Maxey persisted.
Monroe Stevens laughed, and said: “According to your own tell, Maxey, she isn’t worth anything.”
“But, if anybody thinks she’s worth buying?” began the owner.
“Isn’t that just like you?” cried Jim. “I suppose you’d want half what your father paid for her.”
“I might want—but would I get it?” returned Maxey, shrewdly.
“Just what will you take for the car?” demanded Billy, still in earnest.
Monroe Stevens looked at Speedwell suddenly, and with interest.