“Then you are in earnest?”
“Absolutely.”
“Of course”—this was said almost cajolingly—“if fifteen thousand seems too little, I might be willing to——”
Saunders Rook held up his hand.
“Thanks,” he said; “but it’s not a question of money.”
Mr. Gowler shook his head dejectedly.
“Then I guess there’s nothing I can say. Still”—he brightened—“even if your mind is made up, you could take charge until the Fourth of July and outline a policy and get things started, couldn’t you?”
“If you wish,” said Saunders Rook, handsomely.
“Good!” ejaculated Mr. Gowler. “Good!”
Saunders Rook, somewhat in a daze, started for the door.