"I've been estimating," Levi thoughtfully returned; "barring accidents, taking to cheap hotels and allowing for a few weeks' rest after we reach home, the amount will about see you through."
"Thank you, sir."
They were talking in Sandy's bedroom in a very good hotel in New York at that moment.
"You look pretty spruce to-day, young man."
"I'm feeling right smart, sir. Could—could I, do you think, write—two notes?"
This was such an unusual request that Markham was curious.
"That's easy," he said; "there's writing things in yonder desk. I'll read the paper while you transact business."
Sandy was strangely sensitive to tones and expressions and now he turned to Markham.
"I want—my father to know I'm all right, sir," he said quietly. "If he knows that—he can wait till—I go back."
Suddenly the long stretches on beyond staggered Sandy and his thin face quivered.