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"The Dillihay place?"
"Yes; that's west of town; it's bigger by twenty acres than old man
Tomwit's place."
Peter considered the proposition.
"I'll have to carry this before the Sons and Daughters of Benevolence,
Mr. Hooker."
The cashier repeated the smile that bracketed his thin nose in wrinkles.
"That's with you, but you know what you say goes with the niggers here
in town, and, besides, I won't promise how long I'll hold the Dillihay
place. Real estate is brisk around here now. I didn't want to delay a
good work on account of not having a location." Mr. Hooker turned away
to a big ledger on a breast-high desk, and apparently was about to
settle himself to the endless routine of bank work.
Peter knew the Dillihay place well. It lacked the timber of the other
tract; still, it was fairly desirable. He hesitated before the tarnished
grill.
"What do you think about it, Tump?"
"You won't make a mistake in buying," answered the high voice of Mr.
Hooker at his ledger.
"I don' think you'll make no mistake in buyin', Peter," repeated Tump's
bass.


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