They had it plum saved in the bank, an' was goin' ter draw it Thursday, ter make sure.

An' they was feelin' mighty pert over it, too, when ter-day along comes the news that somethin's broke kersmash in that bank, an' they've shet it up.

An' nary a cent can the Hollys git now--an' maybe never.
Anyhow, not 'fore it's too late for this job." "But won't he wait ?--that man they owe it to?
I should think he'd have to, if they didn't have it to pay." "Not much he will, when it's old Streeter that's got the mortgage on a good fat farm like this!" David drew his brows together perplexedly.
"What is a--a mortgage ?" he asked.

"Is it anything like a porte-cochere?
I KNOW what that is, 'cause my Lady of the Roses has one; but we haven't got that--down here." Perry Larson sighed in exasperation.
"Gosh, if that ain't 'bout what I expected of ye! No, it ain't even second cousin to a--a-that thing you're a-talkin' of.

In plain wordin', it's jest this: Mr.Holly, he says ter Streeter: 'You give me a thousand dollars and I'll pay ye back on a sartin day; if I don't pay, you can sell my farm fur what it'll bring, an' TAKE yer pay.