Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 20: what you’re looking at

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24 THE GIRL TRAILER. Make him pay forit. ’Um,umph. Oh yes. Good-morning, sir; morning, morning. Fine day, eh? Oh; it is Mr. Foix.” : “T’ve come upon a trifle of business, Mr. Ryan. I hear you’ve got some land up here on the lake shore.” “°Um, umph! Oh yes; plenty of land—plenty-—plenty of land. Sold a section this morning up there. ’Um, umph. Ob yes; sold it cheap.” Gastou tried to look at his ease, for he was rather low in funds, and he feared that any haste upon his part would in- duce the Land Agent to “size his pile.’ He seated himself on an Office stool and looked at the maps, while Buck Bracer squirted tobacco-juice into the sand-boxes, and looked with a swaggering air at the Land Agent. “What is land worth up there now ?” asked aatan, “ Worth more than it will bring, my boy, far more. Min- eral lands along the lake—copper, silver, gold—heaps.” “ Pshaw ! Td like to see the minerals ?” “They are there, though,” persisted the agent. “ That section I sold this morning has copper on it or I’m a Dutch- man—Dutchman—big-headed Dutchman.” “] wish I had bought that section,” said Foix, affecting a laugh, although sick with fear. “ Who bought it ?” “ Young man named Burton—Wallace Burton, Fine young man, new settler, just what we want. Grow up with the country, you know.” The agent seemed determined not to make any advances, and Foix was obliged to do so. “I’ve looked over a section up here by the Lake,” he said, “and it will suit me well enough if we can agree to the price; that is the main thing,” “ Where is that land ?” “Section forty.” The face of the Land Agent assumea a queer expression as ué folded and unfolded the paper on his desk. “‘Wouldn’t some other land suit you just as well, Mr, Foix?” “No; I want that or none,” “Ts this the same land you talked with me about some weeks ago ?” COMMCEOOKSsCOin