“I am no fool, Darwin.”
“One word from me, and——”
“Hush! We are in a public barroom, and you ought to be more cautious.”
“Are you going to come to time?”
“I’ll give you three hundred to-night, and to-morrow we will talk about the balance.”
“Fork out the three hundred.”
Darwin took a roll of bills out of his pocket, counted out the amount, and passed it over to Brockey, who smiled again and shoved the money into his trousers pocket.
“How will you proceed?” Darwin asked.
“I’ll make up my mind later,” Brockey replied.
“To-morrow I shall expect to hear——”