“Then we’ll pay the widow so that she will not be wagging her jaw while we’re away.”
“While we’re away?” he repeated.
“Yes, sir! You and I are going to start on the trail of that last batch of money you invested.”
“But we’ll never get money that way.”
“How else are you going to raise ten thousand dollars before the fifteenth of April?”
“I have no way of raising it!” he lamented.
“That’s it! No sensible, business way! Therefore, we must do the next best—grab from the men who have grabbed from you. It’s either that or go steal money!”
I pulled up to the table and before his eyes counted back to myself the money over and above three thousand dollars. I put it in my pocket.
“It’s our common purse—for traveling expenses,” I explained.
“But it’s—” he gasped.