Mr. Somers smiled.
"Your trip had been so much delayed that I began to feel it wasn't worth while. Then, your mother urged me to accept, and I could see no reason for holding out any longer, as the terms were satisfactory."
"What is your plan, father?" asked Bob.
"I shall see Mr. Jenkins to-day—beard the lion in his den, as it were," replied Mr. Somers. "Ah! here we are."
The cab stopped in front of the Tocono House.
Mr. Somers, in due time, reached the State Street building, and the occupant of rooms numbers 501 and 502 answered the sharp knock in person.
As the light from the rear window illuminated his visitor's face, he started back in astonishment.
"Mr. Somers!" he exclaimed. Then, collecting himself, he added, "Very glad to see you, sir. Come right in. No doubt you wish to conclude our land deal."
Leaning over, he drew forth from their respective pigeon-holes several papers tied with pink strings.
"My client is getting impatient, Mr. Somers," he said; "I shall be glad to have the matter settled."