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There was nothing more to be said, and the two men turned away, Blosser putting the cards down on the step with the curt wish that "You'd hand those to your aunts and tell 'em we'll drop in again in a couple of days." "Oh, I'm so glad they've gone!" Betty watched the retreating backs till they disappeared around a bend in the road. "Did you see how the older man stared at you, Bob?
Bob wisely concluded to wait with what patience he could until the proper time. He turned to Betty. "You know when we separated to hunt for Daisy?" he said. "Well, I went through the first field all right, but when I was passing those two old apple trees that have grown together, Fluss and Blosser jumped out and one of 'em threw a coat over my head so I couldn't shout.
"My, that tasted good," Blosser added, handing back the glass. "I don't suppose you know whether your aunts want to sell?" he shot at Bob. "Must be kind of hard for them to run the farm all alone." "Well, it was," admitted Bob, with a misleading air of confidence. "Hereafter, of course, they'll have me to help."
Could anything be fairer?" "It's a big offer, too," said Blosser. "A run-down place like this isn't attractive, and you're likely to go years before you get another bid. Our client wants to get his daughter out into this air, and he has money to spend fixing up. I tell you what we'll do we'll pay this year's taxes include them in the sale price.
"Well," Fluss addressed himself to Betty, "do you know anything about how the farm was left? Where's the kid's mother? Disinherited? Was the place left to these old maids? It was, wasn't it?" "What he means," interrupted Blosser, "is, do you know whether this boy would come in for any of the money if some one bought the farm?
Fluss and Blosser presented a ludicrous sight as they ran heavily, their coats flapping in the wind and their hats jammed low over their eyes. Bob did not try to catch up with them, but contented himself with shouting loudly and swishing his heavy club through the air, while he kept just close enough to their heels to warn them that it was not safe to slacken speed.
He never hesitates a minute about operating, and he has the loveliest manners in the operating room. Wait a minute I'll write his address down for you. Yes, he is expensive, but very, very thorough." ... "Stew'd, bring me nozher brand' 'n' sozza." ... "Well, now Mr. excuse me, I didn't catch your name? oh yes, Mr. Blosser; well, Mr. Blosser, if that isn't the most curious thing!
We'll give you ten thousand dollars. That's the last word. Ten thousand for this mud hole. Here's a pen sign this!" "Drop that pen!" thundered Mr. Gordon, and Miss Hope let it fall as though it had burned her fingers. "I'll give you fifteen thousand dollars," he said more gently. Fluss looked at Blosser who nodded. "Seventeen thousand," he shrieked, as though the sisters were deaf.
"But some one must be in charge," urged Blosser, or Irving Snead, as he seemed to prefer to be known. "Isn't there some older person about?" "Miss Gordon and I" Betty thought that had a very nice sound as Bob said it "are taking care of them. It is hard to get help of any kind because of the demand for workers at the fields and in Flame City. If we can do anything for you " "You can't!"
There's been a lot of new legislation rushed through since the oil boom struck the State, and we can't get into trouble. What do you say?" The man called Blosser flipped his cigar ash into the aisle. "I don't like giving a lease," he objected. "You know as well as I do, Jack, that putting anything down in black and white is bound to be risky. That's what did for Spellman.
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