“Yes, dad. Colonel Willetts took the entire block. He was very nice about it. I—suppose I have to thank you for it.”
“You don't have to thank me; thank your friend, Mr. Thompson. It is a good business proposition.” Mr. Leigh nodded, as if his own statement needed his confirmation. At least that is the way it impressed Tommy.
“I'm going back to-night, father, and—”
“So soon?” interrupted Mr. Leigh, quickly. The look of alarm that came into his eyes vanished before Tommy could see it.
“Yes, sir. By the way, I have Colonel Willetts's check. He told me I might get it certified at the bank, but I—I didn't.” Tommy distinctly remembered why he had not entered the bank. But all he said was, “It was after banking hours.”
“If you wish I can have it done and mail it to you.”
“I'd like to take it back with me,” said Tommy; “but I suppose I can't.”
“It isn't necessary to have it certified. The bank will surely pay it. You would like to take it with you and give it to Thompson yourself?” The old man's hands, unseen by Tommy, clenched tightly.
“Of course I would,” laughed Tommy, who naturally had dramatized his own triumphant return to Dayton.
“There is no reason why you shouldn't, Thomas,” said Mr. Leigh. Then after a pause, “Particularly if you must return at once.”