"
"Well, I don't think, Deacon," continued Quincy, "that we need go
further into particulars; I think we understand each other; all is, you
come up to the auction this afternoon, and if the place is knocked down
to Strout I will let you have the five hundred dollars that I have here
in my pocket; besides, it would have been poor business policy for you
to let him have the money on that note before the sale; for if the store
was not sold to him you could not get back your money until the note
became due."
"That's so," assented the Deacon. "Well, I've got to get home, cuz I
promised to meet him by twelve o'clock."
"So have I," said Quincy, "for I have got to see the man who is going to
buy the grocery store and fix up a few business matters with him."
Both men left the bank and got into their respective teams, which were
standing in front of the building.
"Which road are you going, Deacon?" asked Quincy.
"Waal, I guess, for appearance's sake, Mr. Sawyer, you better go on the
straight road, while I'll take the curved one. Yer know the curved one
leads right up to my barn door.
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