Emerson leaped to his feet, staring at the dandy as if not comprehending this sudden turn of fortune.
"Did you rustle this money without any help?" he demanded.
"Abso-blooming-lutely!"
"Is it your own?"
"Well, hardly! It is so far from it that I was sorely tempted to spread my wings and soar to foreign parts. It wouldn't have taken much of a nudge to butt me clear over into Canada this morning."
"Where in the world did you get it, Al?"
"What difference does that make? I got it, didn't I?" He slapped his trousers leg daintily with his stick. "You can issue the stock in my name."
Boyd seized the little fellow and whirled him around the room, laughing gleefully, lifted in one moment from the pit of despair to the height of optimism.
"Stop it! I'm all rumpled!" gasped Clyde, finally, sinking into a chair "When I get rumpled in the morning I stay rumpled all day. Don't you touch me!"
"Whose money is this? What good angel took pity on us?"