“But I made a mistake in putting the price too low. I can get more’n that at a commission store in the city,” persisted the agriculturalist.
“I offer you spot cash,” and Dick yanked out his roll of bills, which he displayed before the owner of the potatoes. “Take me up, and you’re relieved of all further bother.”
The farmer needed the money, and the sight of the cash smothered his scruples about selling at a reduced price, so the deal was closed on the spot.
Dick drove around to his farm and examined his stock of potatoes.
He found them to be in all respects as they had been represented, so he paid over the money and loaded them into the wagon.
“That was a good trade,” said Joe as they drove down the road.
“Yes; I expect to make at least twenty-five dollars out of them,” replied his chum.
As a matter of fact he cleared $32, for the price had gone up a little within the two days he had been away from the city.
Next day Dick picked up another cartage job as far as Newtown Junction on the railroad.
Just before reaching his destination he noticed the section men replacing a lot of old sleepers with new ones.