Mr. Haight rose to shake hands with both callers.
“I wish to cash a check for a thousand,” explained Dixon, presently.
“You have it with you?” inquired President Haight.
“Yes; here it is.”
“Ah, yes; your personal check,” said Mr. Haight, scanning the slip of paper. “Er—ah—er—as a purely formal question, Mr. Tremaine, you will advise me that this check is all right?”
Oliver Dixon laughed carelessly, while Henry Tremaine, in his good-hearted way, responded:
“Right? Oh, yes, of course. Wait. I’ll endorse the check for you.”
Nodding, Mr. Haight passed him a pen, with which Tremaine wrote his signature on the back of the check. With this endorsement it mattered nothing to the president whether the check was good or not. Henry Tremaine’s written signature on the paper bound the latter. Mr. Haight knew quite well that Tremaine’s name was “good” for vastly more than a thousand dollars.
“I’ll endorse anything that my young friend Dixon offers you,” smiled the older man, as he passed the check back to the bank president.
“With such a guarantee as that,” smiled Mr. Haight, affably, “Mr. Dixon may negotiate all the paper he cares to at this bank.”