“We won’t argue the matter. I hold a thirty-day option on the property. Is that all you wished to see me about?”
Dick was thoroughly cool and business-like, and the stout man seemed puzzled as to what he would say next.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said, presently. “I was looking at that piece of ground myself and had some idea of buying it. If you’d like to turn your option over to me, I’ll give you five hundred dollars bonus.”
Dick shook his head.
“No. Couldn’t think of it.”
“What will you take for the option?”
“Five thousand dollars cash!”
“Five thousand furies!” yelled the man, looking at the boy as though he would liked to have eaten him.
“No, sir,” said Dick, with a faint grin. “Not furies, but dollars.”
“Young man, what do you take me for?”