“Well, yes, sir; just as you say, sir.”
“And I must have it in fifteen minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And supper served there in half an hour.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And your company at supper, as I want to have a little talk with you.”
“All right, sir.”
“And now, you can go and see about the room.”
“Just so, sir,” said the landlord, gathering up the two fifty-dollar bills that had bought him, body and soul, and then bowing himself out of the room.
“‘Money makes the mare go,’ and the horse too. I wonder what he’ll think when he finds out his bank bills are not worth the paper they are printed on,” mused the stranger, as he paced thoughtfully up and down the room.