"She is crazy over the captain," said Farrell, enthusiastically.
"Then she would be sure to refuse me."
"She would, and, Tom, you 'll have saved my honor," said Farrell, pleadingly.
"It is a shame for Cholmondely to get your money and Arbuckle your sister. I 'll do it to oblige you, Terry," said Moore, "but I want none of your winnings. What I do is to help you out of a bad scrape, for friendship's sake, my lad."
"How can I thank you, Tom?" said Farrell, inwardly exultant, but to all appearance almost overcome at his friend's willingness to come to the rescue.
"By being more careful in the future about your betting," said Moore, kindly. As he spoke he drew nearer the window and caught a glimpse of Mistress Farrell approaching.
"By the powers, here comes Winnie now," he exclaimed.
"True for you, Tom, and headed this way."
"Now you get out of here, Terry, and we will have my rejection over with at once. I 'll be through in a jiffy."
"Don't be too precipitate or she will suspect something," advised Farrell.