"There it is, you see; another bad break right on top of the first. Suppose you talk a while and let me listen. I'm good at listening."
"I'll wait, if you want me to,—and if you will let me help you to go on with the Little Myriad."
Bartrow's laugh had a ring of boyish joy in it.
"Back to the old cross-roads, aren't we? I'll let you in on it now; but if you take the mine you'll have to take the man along with the other incumbrances,—simultaneously, so to speak."
"I thought you were anxious to wait."
"If you were as poor as I am, I'd ask you to make it high noon to-morrow."
"Oh! the money again. Can't we put it aside, once for all? There isn't so much of it as you may imagine."
Bartrow overleaped the barrier at a bound.
"Then let's make it noon to-morrow. If we are going to push the Myriad I ought to go back to-morrow night."