The Iron Furrow by George C. (George Clifford) Shedd
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The sleepiness had wholly vanished from his countenance.
"Come into the bank," he said, finally; and moved toward the front door. The engineer accompanied him. In a space railed off from the cashier's grille in the little building next door they sat down. The teller was visible in the cage, where now he appeared very busy though he had undoubtedly been drowsing when they entered. "So you've bought the Stevenson ranch," Menocal said. "Yes. I've just had the deed recorded." "The mortgage is due in a few days; I told him it wouldn't be renewed by me." "Perhaps now that I have the place----" "No; I've carried that loan long enough. If it isn't paid when due, I'll start foreclosure proceedings immediately." Bryant nodded. "Well, I merely asked out of curiosity," said he. "It's your right to demand payment--and I'm on hand with the money. Make out a release so that I can clear the record. Here's a Denver draft for six thousand dollars--I figure principal and interest at five thousand four hundred and you can have the balance placed to my credit in the bank. I shouldn't continue the loan at its present rate of interest in any |
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