I couldn't do anything to help Charlie Gilbert then and I can't do
anything to help you now, unless you can think of some way. Is
there any one that I can see except Uncle Arthur,--anybody I can
talk to?"
Garry shook his head.
"I've done that, Jack. I've followed every lead, borrowed every
dollar I could,--been turned down half a dozen times, but I kept
on. Got it in the neck twice to-day from some fellows I thought
would help push."
Jack started forward, a light breaking over his face.
"I have it, Garry! Suppose that I go to Mr. Morris. I can talk to
him, maybe, in a way you would not like to."
Garry lifted his head and sat erect.
"No, by God!--you'll do nothing of the kind!" he cried, as he
brought his fist down on the arm of his chair. "That man I love as
I love nothing else in this world--wife--baby--nothing! I'll go
under, but I'll never let him see me crawl. I'll be Garry Minott
to him as long as I breathe. The same man he trusted,--the same
man he loved,--for he does love me, and always did!" He hesitated
and his voice broke, as if a sob clogged it.
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