“First rate!” said Tom. “That'll do, won't it, Jim?”
“I don't see why it won't,” answered Morrison, appearing satisfied.
“I would suggest that you see him some time today.”
“Good! Hand over the bonds.”
Willis Ford had already separated the bonds into two parcels, six hundred in one and four hundred in the other. The first of these he passed over to Jim Morrison.
“Put it into your pocket at once,” he said. “We don't want anyone to see them. There is a telegraph boy looking at us.”
“I'm going to see if it is all there,” muttered Morrison; and he drew from the envelope the two bonds, and ascertained, by a personal inspection, that they were as represented.
“It's all right,” he said.
“You might have taken my word for it,” said Willis Ford, offended.
“In matters of business I take no one's word,” chuckled the confidence man.