“I thought,” replied Samuel, “that we might make some kind of a deal—let me sell out my share in the farm.”
“You can't sell your share,” said Adam, sharply. “You ain't of age.”
“Maybe I'm not,” was the answer; “but all the same you know me. And if I was to make a bargain I'd keep it. You may be sure I'll never come back and bother you.”
“Yes, I suppose not,” said Adam, doubtfully. “But you can't tell—”
“How much do you expect to git?” asked Dan warily.
“Well, I thought maybe I could get a hundred dollars,” said the other and then he stopped, hesitating.
Adam and Dan exchanged a quick glance.
“Money's mighty scarce hereabouts,” said Adam.
“Still,” said Dan, “I don't know, I'll go to the village tomorrow and see what I can do.”
So Dan drove away and came back in the evening and there was another council; he produced eight new ten-dollar bills.