Mr. Haskins shook his head, but with no marked vigor.
“It’d be robbin’ the poor, that price!” he objected.
Lon again produced the bills. “One five and another five,” he counted. “That’s right, ain’t it?”
“It’s wuss’n highway robbery, but I—I dunno——” said Mr. Haskins, and drew nearer.
Lon extended the money. “Goin’—goin’——” he began.
“Gone!” cried Mr. Haskins, and snatched the bills. “Done—it’s a trade!”
“And with plenty o’ witnesses,” Lon added emphatically. Then he turned to the trembling and excited Poke.
“The engine’s yours, though I ain’t got a ghost of a notion what you want the junk for.”
Mr. Haskins tittered. “Te he, te he! Mebbe he’s jest takin’ a flyer.”
Then Poke smiled, and the smile was curiously full of meaning.