Jack spent the rest of the afternoon in arranging for the necessary references for Kate, in making certain inquiries at the steamship offices, and finally in looking up a friend of the old poverty-stricken days, one Stanley Larkin. He chose this friend because of a general resemblance they were said to bear each other.
Larkin worked in the freight office of a railway. At the sight of Jack his eyes widened in amazement. "Good Lord! if it isn't Jack——"
"Robinson," put in Jack quickly, "for the present."
Larkin was anything but slow. "Sure, Robinson! It certainly was decent of you to look me up in this hole."
"Look here," said Jack, coming to the point at once, "what kind of a job have you got here?"
"Rotten!"
"Is there any reason why you shouldn't give it up for awhile?"
"None whatever, if I could meet my board bill without it."
"Will you make a trip down to British Guiana for me?
"British Guiana! Am I dreaming?"