“Oh, yes; you’d have to get some one to vouch for you,” said the agent, “but that will be easy.”
“Then I guess I’ll telegraph for some,” continued the sophomore, and he began filling out a blank under the directions of the telegrapher. Langridge, for a youth who had received money by wire before, seemed to require minute directions, and he kept the agent at the window for several minutes, holding his attention closely.
“There, I guess that will do,” said the student at length. “I’ll call to-morrow for the cash. Hope you have it for me.”
“Oh, I’ll have it if your uncle sends it.”
“He’s sure to do that,” retorted Langridge with a smile.
“Lucky dog!” murmured the agent as he turned back to his desk. “Some of those college chaps have more money than is good for them, though.”
Langridge hurried from the office. He was joined outside by Gerhart, who had preceded him out of the door by a few seconds.
“Did you get it?” asked the sophomore.
“Sure,” was the gleeful answer, and Gerhart showed several yellow slips. “Lucky the door was unlocked, so I could sneak in. I just took the blanks and envelopes off his desk when you held him in conversation. You know, they keep the receiving blanks in a private drawer, but the sending ones which you used they leave out where any one can reach them. But it’s all right now. I’ll soon put it through.”
“I wonder if I’ll get that money?” spoke Langridge. “I took a big chance, but it seemed the only thing to do.”