Here Henry Davis called another man aside.

“Say, Foxy, do you know anybody down to Barwell & Cameron's?” he asked, in a low tone, so that the old farmer could not hear.

“Yes—a clerk named Chase.”

“Then come down and introduce me.”

“What's the game?”

“Never mind—there's a tenner in it for you if it works.”

“Then I'm on, Bill.”

“Hush—my name is Henry Davis.”

“All right, Hank,” returned Foxy, carelessly.

He came forward and was introduced to the old farmer in the following fashion:

“Mr. Richard Barlow—of Barlow & Small, manufacturers.”

All three made their way to the establishment of Barwell & Cameron, and then Henry Davis was introduced under that name to a clerk.

As soon as Foxy had departed the slick-looking individual turned to the clerk and called the old farmer forward.

“This is my esteemed² friend, Mr. Josiah Bean, of Haydown Center. He has business with Mr. Cameron, I believe.”

“I'm here to collect six hundred dollars,” said Josiah Bean. “Mr. Cameron writ³ me some letters about it.”

“Very well, sir. Sit down, gentlemen, and I'll tell Mr. Cameron.”

The two were kept waiting for a few minutes and were then ushered⁴ into a private office. Through Chase, the clerk, Henry Davis was introduced and then Josiah Bean. All the papers proved to be correct, and after the old farmer had signed his name he was given a check.

“See here, I want the cash,” he demanded.

“Very well,” said Mr. Cameron. “Indorse the check and I'll have the money drawn⁵ for you across the street.”

The farmer wrote down his name once more, and a few minutes later received his six hundred dollars in twelve brand-new fifty-dollar bills.

“Gosh! Them will be nice fer Mirandy to look at,” was his comment, as he surveyed the bills.

“Be careful that you don't lose them, Mr. Bean,” cautioned Henry Davis, as the two left the establishment.

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