I see his game, but I don't see how to block it."
"But I do!" cried Ned.
"What!" exclaimed Tom. "You don't mean to say, even if you
do work in a bank, that you've got three thousand in cash
concealed about your person, do you?"
"Pretty nearly, Tom, or what is just as good. I have that
amount in Liberty Bonds. I was going to deliver them to a
customer who has ordered them but not paid for them. They
are charged up against me at the bank, but I'm good for
that, I guess. Now I'll loan you these bonds, and you can
give them to this cranky old farmer as security for damages.
Mind, don't make them as a payment. They're simply security--the
same as when an autoist leaves his car as bail. Only we
don't want to leave our car, we'd rather have it with us,"
and he looked over at the tank, bristling with splinters
from the demolished barn.
"Well, I guess that's the only way out," said Tom. "Lucky
you had those bonds with you. I'll take them, and give you a
receipt for them. In fact, I'll buy them from you and let
the farmer hold them as security.
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