Suppose I buy your wheat?
I told you that I and my partners were river traders.

To be sure, our business is mostly in logs, lumber, and the like; but I don't mind taking an occasional flyer in wheat, provided they are willing.

You say your father expects to get fifty cents a bushel for this wheat.

Now I'll give you forty-five cents a bushel for it; that is, if my partners agree.

That will leave five cents a bushel to pay us for landing it, transferring it to some other craft, and getting your raft afloat.
What do you say ?" "I wish I could ask father about it," hesitated Winn, to whom, under the circumstances as he supposed them to exist, the offer seemed very tempting.
"Oh, well," sneered Mr.Gilder, "if you are not man enough now to act upon your own responsibility in such an emergency, you never will be.
So the sooner you get home again and tie up to your mother's apron-string the sooner you'll be where you belong." The taunt was as well worn as it was cruel, and should have given Winn an insight into the true character of his new acquaintance; but on a boy so proud of his ability to decide for himself, and so ignorant of the ways of the world as this one, it was sufficient to produce the desired effect.
Winn flushed hotly as he answered: "The wheat is my father's, and not mine to sell; but for the sake of saving it as well as the raft, I will let you have it at that price.