“I shall tell him.”
They eyed each other straightly for a moment. Then:
“You mean that?” asked Jimmy.
“Yes.”
Jimmy shrugged. “All right. That’s that. Only thing left to do is telegraph.”
“How about telephoning?”
“No good. I thought of that. This is Tuesday and dad will be in town. I’ll send a wire to the office, but I don’t believe the money will get here in time. I’ll try it, though. I’ll ask him to telegraph it. Now let’s see.” Jimmy crossed to a writing table and brought back a sheet of paper. While he frowned and wrote, erased and rewrote Russell fell into thought. He didn’t really believe that Jimmy would get the money, and he sought in his mind for some other way out of the dilemma. He had said that there would be nothing gained by an appeal to Stick, and yet perhaps he was wrong. At least, he would try the appeal. In spite of some faults, Stick had heretofore always acted straight. Russell’s cogitations were interrupted by Jimmy, who thrust the written message in a pocket and got to his feet.
“I’ll cut across to the telegraph office and get this off,” Jimmy announced. “Come along?”
Russell shook his head. “I guess not. I think I’ll have a talk with Stick.”
“We-ell, all right. Going to the cheer meeting?”