Poke dropped his voice, but Mr. Haskins and Sam heard as well as Lon.
“I want to buy that motor.”
“What! That mess?”
“Yes; I’ve got a scheme. I want it.”
“Heh?” Mr. Haskins had turned, and was hobbling back. “Heh? thinkin’ of buyin’ that engine, be you? What’ll you give?”
“How much will you sell it for?”
“Hundred dollars,” said Mr. Haskins promptly. “Hundred—and dirt cheap at that. That ain’t no common, ordinary machine, young man.”
Poor Poke’s face lengthened. “Oh, a hundred?” he repeated faintly.
“Altogether too much!” Lon said with decision.
Mr. Haskins shot him a wrathful glance but spoke smoothly: