“I cannot recall anybody that I know——” he began. “But wait. Does Captain Farrand still reside here?”
“You mean old Colonel Farrand’s nephew?”
“Yes.”
“He does.”
“Then kindly send for him at once.”
“I will do so, Mr. Lee.”
Without delay a messenger was sent out, and in less than half an hour he returned with a pleasant-looking business man of thirty-five or forty.
“Why, my dear Mr. Lee, what does this mean?” demanded the newcomer, as he shook hands.
“It means that I am in a mess, and I need you to get me out of it,” answered the planter.
“What is the trouble?”