"Oh, no more of your jollying," said the putty-faced Monroe; "get down to business. How much do I get out of the swag I get with the girl?"
"Half," replied Peter.
"Well, it's worth trying for," said Monroe.
"Say, by the by, Monroe; I received this today from Europe. Read it," said Peter, handing Monroe a letter, which had the following P. S. at the end: "I have lost fifteen at Monte Carlo; send ten, or I will return at once. (Signed) J. D."
"Does he mean fifteen thousand and ten thousand?" asked Monroe.
"He does."
"What will you do?"
"Send for Jacob Cobb."
"What will he do?"
"Furnish the money, of course."