"Perhaps we were both a little hasty, Conley. Did you ever resign before?"
"I've always been fired," said Bud ruefully.
"And I've never received a resignation, which may account for it," said Grandon. "At any rate we overlooked one of the most essential things, Conley."
"And what was that?"
"Your signature."
"Well—I'll—be—danged!" Bud wrinkled his nose. "I betcha I overlooked it."
Norah got up from her chair and came over to him.
"Are you going to sign it, Bud?" she asked anxiously.
"Who me? Sign—say, what do you—" He looked up at Norah and the smile was wiped off his lips now. "I've lost a lot of blood, but I still retain my full quota of sense. I'll not sign, and I'll try to make good."
"Conley," said Grandon softly, "You have made good."