"Well," came his answer shortly. "What do _you_ want?"
"I want to talk business with you or I wouldn't stop you," Pollard
returned coolly. He came close to Comet's head and in the same, cool,
impersonal voice continued.
"When time comes for your last payment are you going to be able to make
it?"
"Until time does come," Thornton snapped at him, "it's my business what
I'm going to do."
"Certainly it's your business. But since you've put fifteen thousand
into it already I guess you won't slip up on the last five thousand. Now
it's nearly five months until that payment falls due, isn't it?"
"Well? Talk fast, Pollard."
"I want to make you a proposition. I need money, and I don't mind saying
that I need it bad! I've got a chance for something good, something big,
in a mining speculation, and I'm short of cash. If I could raise the
money within thirty days..."
Thornton laughed.
"Nothing doing, Pollard," he cut in. "When your money's due you can
come talk to me. Not before."
"I said I had a proposition, didn't I?" went on Pollard evenly. "I see
where I can make by it, and I'm willing for you to profit at the same
time."
"Spit it out. Where do I get off?"
"You owe me five thousand yet."
"Five thousand with interest, six per cent.
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