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.
"Yes; but I think I shall be able to put a spoke in his wheel." "I shall be curious to see how he takes it when he finds the negotiation 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.