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If it is the right farm, and they're my aunts, perhaps Betty's uncle will know where it is." He strained his ears, hoping to gather more information, but having heard of this desirable farm, Fluss and Blosser were apparently unwilling to discuss it further. In reality, had Bob only known, they were mulling the situation over in their respective minds, and Carson knew they were.
He did not know whether it would be wise to say any more or not; but he could not resist one thrust. "I suppose in time they will sell," he observed carelessly. "The farm is sure to be bought up by some oil company." Blosser and Fluss scowled darkly and looked at Bob with closer attention. "I didn't know the old ladies had a nephew," said Fluss suspiciously.
"So they've offered you fifteen hundred dollars for an oil farm," said Mr. Gordon contemptuously. "Well, don't take it." "Bob said there was oil here!" cried Miss Charity. "That's a lie!" snarled Blosser furiously. "You're out of the oil section by a good many miles.
I tell you we'll get a lawyer we can control to draw the papers, and they won't bind us, whatever they exact of the other fellow. Don't upset the scheme by one of your obstinate fits." "Call me stubborn, if you like," said Blosser. "For my part, I think you're crazy to consider any kind of papers.
Betty's cry quite drowned the exclamation of the aunts, but Bob had no eye for any one but Blosser and Fluss, who were making a wild attempt to get past Mr. Gordon. "Have they bought the farm?" demanded the boy excitedly. "Did they get my aunts to sign anything for them?" "I'm your new landlord, Bob," announced Mr. Gordon, patting himself on the chest.
"They wouldn't carry those heavy cases a mile unless they meant to leave for good. Let's keep an eye on them, because if they are going to 'work' the Saunders place, I'd like to see how they intend to go about it." For some time the boy and girl tramped in silence, keeping Blosser and Fluss in view. A large billboard, blown flat, was the first sign that they were approaching Tippewa.
He selected a comfortable chair, and leaned back in it with the air of a man who is not to be hurried. A look of relief came into Miss Hope's face, and her nervous tension perceptibly relaxed. "This farm is sold," declared Blosser truculently. "My partner and I have bought it for a client of ours." "Any signatures passed?" said Mr. Gordon lazily.
Blosser, I want to tell my husband about it he'll be awful interested. Say, listen, Poppa, this gentleman here knows Maxie Hockstein out in Grand Rapids." ... "Do you think so, really? A lot of people have said that very same thing to me.
They downed me, and then Fluss stuffed his handkerchief in my mouth while Blosser tied my hands and feet. Daisy was behind the tree. I figured out they had come and got her, and I was mighty glad we had agreed to separate. I don't doubt they would have bound and gagged you, too, Betty, if you had been with me. They wouldn't stop at anything.
Can't be such an out-of-date town after all." The automobile was driven by a man in blue-striped overalls, and, to the surprise of Bob and Betty, Blosser and Fluss hailed him from the road. There was a minute's parley, the suitcases were tossed in, and the two men followed. The automobile turned sharply and went back along the route it had just come over.
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