“For myself.”
“What?” exclaimed the visitor, in amazement. “You secured an option on those thirty acres for yourself?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you expect me to believe such a ridiculous story as that?” demanded the stout man, sarcastically. “Come, now, tell me who you represent?”
“I have told you. I represent myself. I bought those thirty acres because I found out I could get them at a low price. They’re worth sixteen thousand dollars if they’re worth a cent.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed the man, impatiently.
“What do you mean by that?” asked Dick, coolly.
“I mean it is sheer nonsense for you to say that property is worth sixteen thousand dollars.”
“Well, what do you think it is worth?”
“In my opinion, twelve thousand is nearer its value.”