"Yes, you must live for her and yourself, too. You may yet be successful."
"Do you perhaps know of some capitalist?" asked the inventor, eagerly.
"I know of a gentleman who is well supplied with money, and I will lay the matter before him. Meanwhile, as you need the money, accept this loan."
Scott drew from his pocket two five-dollar bills and tendered them to Mr. Babcock.
"You have given me new life and new hope," said the inventor, his pale face brightening. "Who is the gentleman?"
"A Mr. Wood—Justin Wood. He lives at the Gilsey House, and he has been very kind to me. In fact, I owe the position I hold to him."
"Is he—a practical man? Would he see the possibilities of my invention?"
"I can't say, but out of regard to me he would give it consideration."
"When can we see him? Excuse my impatience, but you can understand how much it means to me."
"I do, Mr. Babcock, and I will therefore go with you to his hotel this very evening, though we may possibly not find him in."