"Well, things aren't so black after all, then?"
"You bet they're not!"
"Glad to hear it. You had me scared last night. My guess is that something besides stocks and bonds must have cheered you up," he added suspiciously with a wise nod of his head. "Glad to see it, old fellow. You've been mum and gloomy as a hippopotamus long enough."
"Have I?" said Bojo, laughing with a little confusion. "Well, I'm not going to be any longer. You're an old hippopotamus yourself." He got him around the knees and flung him with an old time tackle on the couch, and they were scrambling and laughing thus when the telephone rang. It was Patsie's voice, very faint and pitiful.
"Have you heard? The Clearing House has refused to clear for the Atlantic Trust. Oh, Bojo, what does it mean?"
CHAPTER XXVIII
ONE LAST CHANCE
Bojo came away from the telephone with a face so grave that Granning greeted him with an involuntary exclamation:
"Good heavens, Bojo, what's wrong?"