"You are right. He did. Can you let me have the money?"
The other considered a moment, and then said with his usual bluntness:—
"I suppose it's none of my business what you want of it?"
Jack flushed.
"It may be your business, Wilson, but I can't tell you."
The other laughed.
"Oh, well," he said, "if you've been so big a fool that you can't bear to tell of it, I'm not going to insist. I can't do anything better than to send you a check to-morrow. I haven't that amount in the bank."
Jack held out his hand.
"You're a trump, Wilson," he said. "I'd tell you the whole thing if it was my secret, but it isn't. Of course if you lose anything by moving the money, I'll be responsible for it. Besides that I want you to buy Starbright, if you care for him. Of course if you don't I can sell him easily enough. He's the best of the ponies."
"Then you're going to sell?"