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"Well, remember, young man, I offer you now twelve thousand. If anything
happens, don't squawk nor play baby."
"Why, you're not going to fail?"
"No,--not if the world don't tip over."
"And you're going on with your operations?"
"Yes,--till the wind shifts. It's due east yet."
"Well, I think the ship that carries you is safe enough for me. Make me
the notes, and let the operations go on another week."
With an increased respect for his agent, when he found that he could
neither humbug nor frighten him, Bullion filled out and signed the
notes. Next they reviewed the stock-market, and decided upon the course
to be pursued. Bullion then fell into a profound meditation, and did not
speak for five minutes, though the busy eyebrow showed that his mind was
not lost in vacancy. At last he started up, saying,--
"I must go. But, Fletcher, any _reason_ why you particularly wanted to
pay Sandford that thousand, to-day?"
Fletcher turned pale, and his heart rose in his mouth.
"No,--no reason,--that is--he wanted it--I--I was willing to oblige"--
"No matter about reasons," said Bullion, with a quiet air.
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