"Could I have a dollar or two in advance—" the wanderer began, as Daney hastened toward the door.
"Certainly." The door slammed, and Dirty Dan could hear the general manager shouting in the general office. "Dirty Dan is back. Give him some money."
Mr. O'Leary sighed contentedly.
"Oh-ho, 'tis the great life we live," he murmured, and hastened outside to present himself at the cashier's window, while Andrew Daney continued on to the Tyee Lumber Company's hospital, tiptoed down the corridor to the room where the young Laird of Port Agnew lay dying, and rapped lightly on the door. A nurse came out and closed the door after her.
"Well?" Daney demanded.
"No change. His temperature fell two degrees during the night and he slept a little, but the fever is up again this morning, and he's raving again. Any news at your end?"
"Yes. I have the girl's address. She's in New York. Is his father inside?"
"Yes."
"Ask him to step into the reception room for a few minutes, please."
The Laird appeared promptly in response to this message, and the two men walked slowly down the hall to the reception-room. Daney closed the door and resolutely faced The Laird.