He got up from his seat and held out his hand to me. "Let's shake hands on it," he cried.
"Not yet," I replied; "I must name my conditions first."
"Well, what are they, Roger, lad? Don't be unreasonable."
"First," I replied, "this business will need money. It may take many weeks. I know not what will happen to me on the way. I must not go to Endellion a moneyless man."
"We have thought of that," replied young Peter; "there are a hundred guineas in this bag."
"That is well," I replied; "it is a stingy allowance, but it may suffice. The next condition I make is, that you draw up a writing stating what you have just promised me."
"It shall be done."
"Then send for Mr. Hendy, my attorney, without delay."
"Why?"
"That it may be placed in his hands."