"I'm tied to my job."
"Then break yer halter," said Solomon.
"I haven't money enough to get married and keep a wife."
"What an ignorant cuss you be!" Solomon exclaimed. "You don't 'pear to know when ye're well off."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that ye're wuth at least a thousan' pounds cash money."
"I would not ask my father for help and I have only forty pounds in the bank," Jack answered.
Solomon took out his wallet and removed from it a worn and soiled piece of paper and studied the memoranda it contained. Then he did some ciphering with a piece of lead. In a moment he said:
You have got a thousan' an' fifteen pounds an' six shillin' fer to do with as ye please an' no questions asked--nary one."
"You mean you've got it."