"How soon must you have the money?"
"By to-morrow."
"All right; I'll give you drafts to take back to New York."
"Thank God!" Thatcher exclaimed feverishly. "And you'll take the stock?"
"No, I don't want the stock. Give me your note."
"But I haven't a dollar's worth of collateral to put up with it. Everything I own is pledged."
"Damn the collateral! The signature will be genuine, won't it? That's good enough for me."
"You advance it simply as a loan?"
"Of course. Now let's get the drafts fixed up, and you run back to New York and keep your finger on the pulse of the market."
"You're sacrificing the chance of your life, Cosden," Thatcher exclaimed. "Why should you do this for me?"