"Well, Tom, this isn't ten millions, but it's some pin money, and I guess to you it looks bigger than the other. There you are—take it."
Bojo took it quite stupidly, saying:
"Thank you, thank you, sir!"
Drake watched the young man's emotion with tolerant amusement.
"Don't wonder you're a bit shaken up, Tom. Supposing you call up a certain young lady on long distance. Rather please her, I reckon."
"Why, yes. I wanted to do it. I—I will, of course."
"So you thought I was going to sell short Pittsburgh & New Orleans," said Drake with a roguish humor.
Bojo nodded, at loss for words, biding the moment to escape into the outer air.
"But, of course, Tom," said Drake slowly, with smiling eyes, "you didn't tell any one, did you?"
Bojo mumbled something incoherent and went out, clutching the check, which lay in his hand with the heaviness of lead.