"
"Then hurry up and do it. Mrs. Carter has dinner ready, and I got to get
back to the house."
Tom took the paper and looked at it uncertainly. "I don't sign any paper
till I know what I'm signing. I want time to--to go over this careful
like."
He could make out a few of the words, and that was all. But not for
anything would he admit that he could not read it.
"You told me you wanted to sell," said Carter. "I said I would buy. I am
keeping my part of the bargain. I even brought the money with me."
Tom's face grew red. He looked down at the paper in his hand. He glanced
at Abe seated on the fence. A struggle was taking place between pride
and common sense. Common sense won.
"Abe, come here," he called.
Abe went on reading.
Tom raised his voice. "Abe! When I tell you to come, I mean for you to
come."
The boy looked up from his book with a start. "Yes, Pa. Did you want
me?"
"Hustle over here and look at this paper. Carter is in a mighty big
hurry for me to sign something I ain't had a chance to read."
"You have had plenty of time to read it," said Carter. "But if you don't
want to sell, I can call the whole deal off.
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