"Why, George, old boy," began Woywod, laying his hand on the other's shoulder, and that touch gave Harnash the first warning that he was not alone, "what's the matter?"
Harnash looked up quickly, rose to his feet as he recognized his visitor, and grasped him by the hand with a warmth he had not shown in years.
"Bill," he explained, "I'm in the deepest trouble that ever fell on a man, and you come like an angel in time to help me."
Harnash must have meant a dark angel, but Woywod knew nothing of that.
"What is it, old man?" he asked. "If it's money you're needin' I got a shot or two in the locker an'--"
"No, it's not money. I'm making more than ever."
"Been buckin' up agin the law an' want a free passage to safety? Well, me an' old man Fish is as thick as peas in a pod, an' the Susquehanna's at your service."
"It's not that, either."
"What in blazes is it, then?"
"A woman."