Sixty acres under ditch.

I'd give you a mortgage on that.

Pete Johnson--Peter Wallace Johnson on mortgages and warrants." "I do not think we would consider it." "Good security--none better," said Pete.

"Good for three times two thousand at a forced sale." "Doubtless!" The official shoulders shrugged incredulity.
"I'm known round here--you could look up my standing, verify titles, and so on," urged Pete.
"I could not make the loan on my own authority." Pete's face fell.
"Can't I see Mr.Gans, then ?" he persisted.
"He's out to luncheon." "Be back soon ?" "I really could not say." "I might talk to Mr.Longman, perhaps ?" "Mr.Longman is on a trip to the Coast." Johnson twisted his fingers nervously on the onyx sill.

Then he raised his downcast eyes, lit with a fresh hope.
"Is--is the janitor in ?" he asked.
"You are pleased to be facetious, sir," the teller replied.