“I think it quite likely—if you know some one out in that section.”
“But I don’t know anyone.”
“You know me,” said Stark, significantly.
“Do you think you could help me to a place, Mr. Stark?”
“I think I could. A month from now write to me Col. Philip Stark, at Denver, Colorado, and I will see if I can find an opening for you.”
“You are very kind, Mr.—I mean Col. Stark,” said the clerk, gratefully.
“Oh, never mind about the title,” returned Stark, smiling good-naturedly. “I only gave it to you just now, because everybody in Denver knows me as a colonel, and I am afraid a letter otherwise addressed would not reach me. By the way, I am sorry that I shall probably have to leave you to-morrow.”
“So soon?”
“Yes; it’s this tiresome business. I should not wonder if I might lose ten thousand dollars through the folly of my agent. I shall probably have to go out to right things.”
“I couldn’t afford to lose ten thousand dollars,” said the young man, regarding the capitalist before him with deference.