"Suppose we join forces, Ben," said Mr. Taylor familiarly.
"How do you mean?"
"We will join forces against this man Jackson. He wants to swindle both of us--that is, those whom we represent.
"I am willing to work with you" answered Ben, who had been favorably impressed by the appearance and frankness of his traveling companion.
"I would rather not have him know on what errand I come, just at first."
"That is in accordance with my own plans. You will go as my companion. He will take you for my son, or nephew, and, while I am negotiating, you can watch and judge for yourself."
"I like the plan," said Ben.
"When he finds out who you are he will feel pretty badly sold."
"He deserves it."
The two put up at a country hotel, which, though not luxurious2, was tolerably comfortable. After the fatigue3 of his journey, Ben enjoyed a good supper and a comfortable bed. The evening, however, he spent in the public room of the inn, where he had a chance to listen to the conversation of a motley crowd, some of them native and residents, others strangers who had been drawn4 to Centerville by the oil discoveries.
"I tell you," said a long, lank5 individual, "Centerville's goin' to be one of the smartest places in the United States. It's got a big future before it."
"That's so," said a small, wiry man; "but I'm not so much interested in that as I am in the question whether or not I've got a big future before me."
"You're one of the owners of the Hoffman farm, ain't you?"
"Yes. I wish I owned the whole of it. Still, I've made nigh on to a thousand dollars durin' the last month for my share of the profits. Pretty fair, eh?"
"I should say so. You've got a good purchase; but there's one better in my opinion."
"Where's that?"
"Peter Jackson's farm."
Here Ben and Mr. Taylor began to listen with interest.
"He hasn't begun to work it any, has he?"
"Not much; just enough to find out its value."
"What's he waitin' for?"
"There's some New York people want it. If he can get his price, he'll sell it to them for a good sum down."
"What does he ask?"
"He wants fifty thousand dollars."
"Whew! that's rather stiffish. I thought the property belonged to a lady in New York."
"So it did; but Jackson says he bought it a year ago."
"He was lucky."
Ben and Mr. Taylor looked at each other again. It was easy to see the old farmer's game, and to understand why he was so anxious to secure the farm, out of which he could make so large a sum of money.
"He's playing a deep game, Ben," said Taylor, when they had left the room.
"I shall be curious to see how he takes it when he finds the negotiation7 taken out of his hands. We'll play with him a little, as a cat plays with a mouse."
The next morning, after a substantial breakfast, Ben and his new friend took a walk to the farm occupied by Peter Jackson. It was about half a mile away, and when reached gave no indication of the wealth it was capable of producing. The farmhouse8 was a plain structure nearly forty years old, badly in need of paint, and the out-buildings harmonized with it in appearance.
A little way from the house was a tall, gaunt man, engaged in mending a fence. He was dressed in a farmer's blue frock and overalls9, and his gray, stubby beard seemed to be of a week's growth. There was a crafty10, greedy look in his eyes, which overlooked a nose sharp and aquiline11. His feet were incased in a pair of cowhide boots. He looked inquiringly at Taylor as he approached, but hardly deigned12 to look at Ben, who probably seemed too insignificant13 to notice. He gave a shrewd guess at the errand of the visitor, but waited for him to speak first.
"Is this Mr. Jackson?" asked Taylor, with a polite bow.
"That's my name, stranger," answered the old man.
"My name is Taylor. I wrote to you last week."
"I got the letter," said Jackson, going on with his work. It was his plan not to seem too eager but to fight shy in order to get his price. Besides, though he would have been glad to close the bargain on the spot, there was an embarrassing difficulty. The farm was not his to sell, and he was anxiously awaiting Mrs. Hamilton's answer to his proposal.
"She can't have heard of the oil discoveries," he thought, "and five thousand dollars will seem a big price for the farm. She can't help agreeing to my terms."
This consideration made him hopeful, but for all that, he must wait, and waiting he found very tantalizing14.
"Waal, I'll have to take a leetle time to consider. How much did you say you'd give?"
"Forty thousand dollars."
"I'd ought to have fifty."
"Forty thousand dollars is a big sum of money."
"And this farm is a perfect gold mine. Shouldn't wonder if it would net a hundred thousand dollars."
"There is no certainty of that, and the purchasers will have to take a big risk"
"There isn't much risk. Ask anybody in Centerville what he thinks of the Jackson farm."
"Suppose I were ready to come to your terms--mind, I don't say I am--would you sign the papers to-day?"
"What's your hurry?" he said.
"The capitalists whom I represent are anxious to get to work as soon as possible. That's natural, isn't, it?"
"Ye-es," answered Jackson.
"So, the sooner we fix matters the better. I want to go back to New York to-morrow if I can."
"I don't think I can give my answer as soon as that. Wait a minute, though."
A boy was approaching, Jackson's son, if one could judge from the resemblance, holding a letter in his hand.
"Come right here, Abner," he called out eagerly.
Abner approached, and his father snatched the letter from his hand. It bore the New York postmark, but, on opening it, Jackson looked bitterly disappointed. He had hoped it was from Mrs. Hamilton, accepting his offer for the farm; but, instead of that, it was an unimportant circular.
"I'll have to take time to think over your offer, Mr. Taylor," he said. "You see, I'll have to talk over matters with the old woman."
"By the way," said Taylor carelessly, "I was told in the village that you didn't own the farm--that it was owned by a lady in New York."
"She used to own it," said the fanner, uneasily; "but I bought it of her a year ago."
"So that you have the right to sell it?"
"Of course I have."
"What have you to say to that, Ben?" asked Taylor quietly.
"That if Mrs. Hamilton has sold the farm to Mr. Jackson she doesn't know it."
"I mean that when I left New York Mrs. Hamilton owned the farm."
"It's a lie!" muttered the farmer; but he spoke with difficulty. "I bought it a year ago."
"In that case it is strange that you should have written a week ago offering five thousand dollars for the farm."
"Who says I wrote?"
"I do; and I have your letter in my pocket," answered Ben firmly.
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