"And you must have it by Monday night?" Peter continued, his
thoughts bringing into review one after the other all the moneyed
men he knew. "Well--well--that IS a very short notice. It means
Monday to hunt in, really--to-morrow being Sunday."
He leaned back and sat in deep thought, Jack watching every
expression that crossed his face. Perhaps Ruth was mixed up in it
in some way. Perhaps their marriage depended upon it--not
directly, but indirectly--making a long postponement inevitable.
Perhaps MacFarlane had some old score to settle. This contracting
was precarious business. Once before he had known Henry to be in
just such straits. Again he consulted his watch.
Then a new and cheering thought struck him. He rose quickly from
his seat on the sofa and crossed the room to get his hat.
"It is a forlorn hope, Jack, but I'll try it. Come back here in an
hour--or stay here and wait."
"No, I'll keep moving," replied Jack. "I have thought of some
supply men who know me; our account is considerable; they would
lend it to Mr.
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