“No, sir! Keep it, as you agreed, and pay your interest.”
“Deacon Rowley, you're an old idiot!” blazed the girl.
When the deacon yanked off his spectacles, and Captain Mayo turned amazed eyes to her, she put her hands to her face and ran out of the store, sobbing. She was only a girl! She had no more resources left with which to meet that situation in men's affairs.
Mayo's impulse was to follow, but the deacon checked him.
“I ain't going to be made a fool of no longer in this, even to make three hundred dollars,” he rasped.
“A fool! What do you mean?”
“You go settle it with her.”
“What has Polly Candage got to do with this business?”
“It's her money.”
“You mean to say—”