MacFarlane, but that's not the way I want it. I'll
see them and get back as soon as I can--perhaps in a couple of
hours."
"Then make it eight o'clock, so as to be sure. I have thought of
something else. Ten thousand dollars," he kept muttering to
himself--"ten thousand dollars"--as he put on his hat and moved to
the door. There he stopped and faced about--his bushy brows
tightening as a new difficulty confronted him. "Well, but for how
long?" That part of the transaction Jack had forgotten to mention.
"I can't tell; maybe a year--maybe more."
Peter advanced a step as if to return to the room and give up the
whole business.
"But Jack, my boy, don't you see how impossible a loan of that
kind is?"
Jack stood irresolute. In his mad desire to save Garry he had not
considered that phase of the matter.
"Yes--but I've GOT TO HAVE IT," he cried in a positive tone. "You
would feel just as I do, if you knew the circumstances."
Peter turned without a word and opened the door leading into the
hall. "Be back here at eight," was all he said as he shut the door
behind him and clattered down the uncarpeted stairs.
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