Ffrench began to tremble.
"You've ventured a good deal of late, Haworth," he said, weakly. "You've done some pretty daring things, you know—and——"
Haworth turned on him.
"If I lose all I've made," he said, hoarsely, "shall I lose aught of yours, lad?"
Ffrench did not reply. He sat playing with his watch-chain nervously. He had cause for anxiousness on his own score, and his soul quaked within him.
"What is to be done?" he ventured at last.
"There's only one thing to be done," Haworth answered, pushing his chair back. "Stop it here—at th' start."
"Stop it?" Ffrench echoed, in amazement.
"Aye, stop it."
He got up and took his hat down and put it on.