"Go up and ask Chip for them land laws, and that plat.

And ask him what he thinks about the deal.

You don't have to take my word for it." Andy grinned virtuously and pushed back his chair.

From their faces, and the remarks they had made, he felt very confident of the ultimate decision.

"What about you, Patsy ?" he asked suddenly, turning to the bulky, bald German cook who was thumping bread dough in a far corner.