"Good bye, Peter; good bye, Jacob," he said, extending his hand. "I'll be off this very day; but, remember, if I should run short in touring Europe, I expect more help from you two."
"You dog!" howled Peter.
"Ah! you may 'you dog' all you want to now; I have you where I want you. I will see that as long as you fellows play the game, I am properly cared for—so long, gentlemen."
With these parting remarks, Jim Dalls took his leave; and in another twenty-four hours had vanished from his beaten tracks in the city that knew him so well. A newspaper announcement said that he had gone to Europe for his health.
Alter Jim Dalls left that day, the implacable Peter turned upon Jacob Cobb and said:
"We must raise the levy."
"It's already reaching the high tide mark," said Jacob.
"We will let her reach it; then we will let her ebb, after this sum is raised," said Peter, rubbing his hands.
"But we may be drowned in the flow before it turns," answered Jacob, with emphasis on the may.
"Let her drown," replied Peter, resolutely.