“Never mind; let’s do what we can. A little’s more than none. Half a loaf’s better than no bread, old man.”
“Very well, my boy; I’ll take what I can to-night.”
“I say, you’re sure this’ll turn out all right?”
“Certain. It’s as safe as safe. I’ll make him let me have a little more—put something else up—and then we’ll take all the shares we can get.”
“And about selling out at the right time?”
“You leave that to me,” said the butler, smiling confidently. “Look here.”
He took out a letter and held it to his companion, who read it with his face lighting up, and clapped it back in the butler’s hands.
“That’s right, isn’t it?” said Roach.
“Splendid, old man. But stop; why, that’s your writing.”
“Of course it is; I copied it.”