"Tired, eh?"
"Yes, sir; there is a limit to human endurance."
"Is there? Since when did you find that out?" sneered Dan.
"To-night. I have lost a whole month's salary."
"What of that? I'll lend you money."
"Yes, on the terms you did before," replied Clarence Holt, bitterly. "You have made me forge the name of the manager of the bank in which I am employed to the extent of three thousand dollars."
"That isn't much."
"I can never pay it."
Dan Markham lowered his voice almost to a whisper.
"Yes, you can," he said.