“What?” says Captain Winton, like he couldn’t believe his ears.
“Eleven hundred dollars,” says Catty, and then before the captain could get up and throw us out he went on and told why he wanted it, and what he was going to do with it, and how he could pay it back.
“Why didn’t your father come?” the captain said.
“He didn’t think you’ld lend it.”
“Um!... Contract with Witherspoon, eh? Got it signed and all?”
“Yes.”
“Where is it?”
“I fetched it for you to see.”
“Um!...” The captain looked it over. “Willing to put up this contract as security?” he says.
“’Course,” says Catty.