“That’s so,” Jack nodded. “I know it well enough; you don’t have to tell me. Still, I think it may prove to be a good thing for me that you ran across me last night.”
The Virginian was willing to give Merry credit for everything due.
Frank paced the floor.
“How long are you going to stay in New York?” Jack asked.
“I don’t know. Yesterday I meant to leave this morning, but now—well, I cannot leave before to-morrow. I have to meet Collins at noon to-day, and I wish to hear something from my father. Jack, how much ready money have you?”
“What’s left in that roll you saved for me last night, about five thousand.”
“Not enough.”
“You want money?”
“Must have it.”
“What for?”