“But, gentlemen, we are not keeping you waiting any longer than is necessary,” answered a voice with a strong German accent. “We have had a delay in receiving our own remittance. Even now it is not yet arrived.”
“Do you mean to say you haven’t got the money yet?” demanded Mr. Brown. His tone of voice showed that he felt ugly.
“It was promised to-night sure,” was the answer. “Captain Fuerhman was to obtain the money at the Haven Point bank this afternoon.”
“Was he to come here with it?”
“Yes.”
“Then he ought to be here by now,” grumbled Nelson Martell, consulting his watch.
“He had to see about a small piece of machinery that was to be cast for us,” resumed the man who spoke with a German accent. “I, however, expect him here by eight o’clock this evening at the latest.”
“Well, in that case there isn’t anything left for us to do but to wait,” said Slogwell Brown, surlily.
“You may do that, or you may come back at that time,” said the German. “I am very sorry to keep you waiting, but as I said before, gentlemen, it cannot be helped.”
“I don’t believe the two boys will want to wait outside for two hours,” said Mr. Martell to Mr. Brown. “Suppose we ride into town and get a bite to eat, and then come back here?”