“I’m not a business man. I’m a gambler.”
“True, true. Is the money in sight?”
“No; but you’ll be paid. Your money is not in sight. I trust you. Can’t you trust me?
“It isn’t quite the same thing, Pony. I’ll trust you for three times the money you have in sight, but when you talk about $100,000 you are talking of a lot of cash.”
“If I can convince Mellish here that you will get your money, will you play?”
“You can convince me just as easily as you can Mellish. What’s the use of dragging him in?”
“I could convince you in a minute, but you might still refuse to play. Now I’m bound to play this game and I can’t take any risks. If my word and Mellish’s isn’t good enough for you, why, say so.”
“All right,” cried Bert. “If you can convince Mellish that you will pay if you lose I’ll play you.”
Rowell and Mellish retired into an inner room and after a few minutes reappeared again.
Mellish’s face was red when he went in. He was now a trifle pale.