"Mr. Garraboy."
The news produced on him a strangely ominous effect. He forgot all the parleying and the tactical planning of his campaign, overshadowed by a sudden sense of sympathy.
"I want to talk to you about that," he said anxiously. "Have you much in his hands?"
"Much for me—about twenty thousand."
"Are you going to be in this afternoon? Can I see you?"
"I wish you would."
Something in her voice struck him by its weakness.
"You are not worried, are you?" he said.
"A little."
"Why don't you call him up?"