“What is it?” asked Gregory, eagerly.
“He wants you to come back to New York, and he will give you another chance.”
“Is this true?”
“Yes; will you come?”
“I shall be glad to leave San Francisco,” said Gregory, fervently. “I have had no luck since I arrived here.”
“Do you think you deserved any?” said Hector, significantly.
“No, perhaps not,” Gregory admitted.
“When will you be ready to return?”
“You forget that I have no money.”
“I have, and will pay your passage.”