“No; in bonds.”
“Some more of the same kind? No, thank you, I want ready money.”
“Then give me a little more time, and I will dispose of them—when this excitement blows over.”
Finally Morrison gave a sulky assent, and the conspirators parted.
CHAPTER XX — AT THE FIFTH AVENUE HOTEL
“If I thought he was playing me false,” said Jim Morrison, after Ford and himself had parted company, “I'd make him smart for it.”
“I guess it's all right,” said Tom, who was less experienced and less suspicious than his companion.
“It may be so, but I have my suspicions. I don't trust Willis Ford.”
“Shall you go round to the Fifth Avenue Hotel to meet Grant to-morrow morning.”