On DeGolyer's part the day was spent in the spinning of the threads of excuses. He might explain a week's delay, but how was he to account for a three months' put-off? And if at the end of that time young Witherspoon's case should be pronounced hopeless what course was then to be taken?
He did not see George Witherspoon again until dinner-time. The merchant met him with a quick inquiry. "We will discuss it in the library, father," DeGolyer answered.
"But can't you tell me now whether or not it has come out all right?"
"I think it's all right, but you may not. But let as wait until after dinner."
When they went into the library Witherspoon hastily lighted his cigar, and sat down in his leather-covered chair. "Well, how did it come out?" he asked.
DeGolyer did not sit down. Evidently he expected to remain in the room but a short time.
"I told you that he was a very peculiar fellow."
"Yes, I know that. What did you do with him?"
"Well, the deal isn't closed yet. He wants to go into the office and work three months before he decides."
"Tell him to go to the devil!" Witherspoon exclaimed.