"What's it for?" asked Dashington.
"For you."
"I don't want to take your money, Matt. I hope I'm not an object of charity."
"Well, I should hope not. I'm not giving it to you, you understand. It's only a loan, and you can pay it back next week, next year, or any old time when you get around to it."
"Thank you," said Dashington.
When Matt got up from the table, he left Dashington still sitting in his chair. And that was the last he saw of him.
[CHAPTER XV.]
A NEW MAN TAKES A HAND.
It was midnight when the automobile and its passengers from Bayou Yamousa rolled into New Orleans. Matt's first call was at police headquarters. Here Jurgens was left, and a bit of a surprise was sprung.