"So I suppose. What is your name?"
"Mark Mason."
Mr. Rockwell turned to his desk, and opening his check book, deliberately filled up a check. He tore it off and handed it to Mark.
Mark read it in amazement. It was a check for one thousand dollars, payable to the order of Mark Mason.
"A thousand dollars!" he ejaculated.
"Yes, does it seem to you a large amount? I assure you that I value my life a great deal higher than this sum, so I shall remain your debtor."
"It seems a fortune to me, Mr. Rockwell. How can I thank you for your generous gift?"
"My boy, generosity is a variable quality—I am blessed by fortune, and for me it is a small sum to bestow in return for the heroic act. Would you like to have Mr. Nichols go with you to identify you at the bank?"
"I don't think I should like to draw it all, sir. I should be afraid to have so much money in my possession."
"Then you can leave it with me as a deposit subject to your call. How much of it would you like to draw now?"