“I’ll risk it. Now, if you will furnish me with writing materials, I’ll write that letter. The sooner that money gets here, the better it will suit me.”
“Will the old man be sure and send it?”
“Of course he will.”
“Do you know anybody here in Fr’isco?”
“Not a soul.”
“Then you had better tell him to send the money to me—John McKay is my name—because you can’t get it, being a stranger. You’ll need somebody to prove who you be.”
“Couldn’t you do that?”
“Well, no; I couldn’t. I don’t know you from a side of sole leather. I never seen you before. If it is sent to me I can get it easy enough, no matter whether it comes by check or express.”
“And then you can hand it over to me?”
“Of course, and I will, too—every cent. I’m honest.”