Uncle Andy turned to Hashknife, “Sorry to talk about somethin’ you don’t know about,” he said. “I’ll tell yuh how I’m fixed. I owe the bank twelve thousand dollars. Not long ago I sold a lot of beef, and I put twenty-eight thousand dollars on deposit. I wanted to pay off that mortgage right now, but Colton said-- Oh, I don’t understand bankin’, Hashknife. Somethin’ about havin’ to pay a lot of interest and a bonus if I took it up now; so I let it lay. Well, the twenty-eight thousand dollars is gone--and I can’t pay…