“I want eight thousand,” I whispered. “I will return it to-morrow morning.”
“Eight thousand!” exclaimed he. “Why, you are only five thousand short.”
“Eight,” I replied, firmly.
“How’s that?”
“I was three thousand short when I made the little arrangement.”
“Thunder!” ejaculated he, impatiently. “Then you are the eagle and I am the lamb.”
“We are both honest fellows, and mean to pay all we owe,” I replied. “Do you suppose I would have accommodated you, the other day, if I had not been in hot water myself? Of course if I go down, you go with me.”
“But the security?” he asked.
“Two hundred and fifty shares of Bustumups.”