Before starting he scribbled a hasty note.
DEAR COLINA: The farmers have asked me to buy their grain.

I've got to do it unless you will pay their price.

It's not much good to say it now, but I'd sooner cut off my hand than seem to be fighting you.
I can't help myself.

You won't believe it, but it's a fact just the same, if you won't pay their price I must, in order to save you.

If you will agree to pay them one-seventy-five, I'll go back to Moultrie to-morrow, and never trouble you again.