"What has my father to do with it?" inquired Sinclair.
"He is going to lend me the money to get there."
"How much?"
"Two hundred dollars."
"Then he is a greater fool than I thought," said Sinclair, with characteristic politeness.
"Why do you say that?" demanded our hero, justly nettled.
"Because he'll never see the money again."
"Yes, he will. My father is responsible for it."
"Your father is a poor man."
"He is able to pay that, if I don't; but I hope he won't have to."