"Strong?" Chetwood queried.
"I mean that well fixed financially."
"Another delightful idiom!" Chetwood laughed. "Must remember it. Well, I have some money to invest, and this looks like my chance."
"It looks to me like a mighty poor investment," Angus told him. "I couldn't pay you for the Lord knows how long."
"Shouldn't expect you to."
"No, I can't do it," Angus decided, "though it's mighty white of you, and I am just as much obliged. I'll get it from somebody who is in the loaning business."
"Back your paper, if you like."
"Nor that either. I will kill my own snakes."
"Obstinate beggar!" Chetwood commented. "Highland blood, and all that sort of thing." He was silent for a moment. "By George, I've got it!" he exclaimed. "I know how we'll turn the corner. Simplest thing in the world. I'll bet the amount you've lost, we win it, and there we are. Rippin' idea, what!"
"Suppose we don't win?"