“The money can be raised,” Wisbech broke in quietly. “I’ll buy that stock for you, and, if you insist on it, you can treat it as a loan.”
Nasmyth sat very still for a moment or two, and slowly closed one hard hand. He had never expected such an offer from Wisbech, and he recognized that it would free him of all his difficulties if he accepted it. There was, however, an obstacle in the way.
“Well,” asked Wisbech very dryly, “isn’t the Hecla Minerals good enough for you?”
Nasmyth looked at Acton. “I must go there––now?”
“That is one of the conditions. They want to fix the thing before Kekewich, who hasn’t been well lately, starts East on a trip to Montreal. I promised to wire if you were willing to go down and see them to-morrow.”
Nasmyth turned to Wisbech, and his voice was strained.
“I am under many obligations to you already, sir, but I’m sorry I can’t profit by your generosity in this case,” he said.
“Why?” queried Wisbech sharply.
“It’s a little difficult to explain. You see, the idea of lowering the river was mine. Some of the boys up yonder have mortgaged their ranches, and put every dollar they could raise in that way into the scheme. They look to me to put the thing through; so that they may get their money back again.”
“Is there no one else who could do that?” Acton asked. “It seems to me there’s nothing wrong with that man Gordon. I guess you could leave it to him.”