"You're all right, kid," rumbled Big Bill.
Ravenscroft, who was near him, patted him on the shoulder. Such a demonstration from the usually self-contained Englishman caused a lump to form in Kenneth's throat.
"We'll make it as easy as we know how," said Frank Moore, and at this amend Ken had to wink hard. The strain had been relieved; and the old atmosphere of trust and good-fellowship reëstablished. A little warmth of comfort crept into Kenneth's heart. He could not but feel himself a traitor in some way, and the whole situation a disaster. He was going through with his duty, but dully; and after it was performed he could not see bow the future was to help him.
Corbell briskly brought the conference back to practical considerations.
"The agreement with the bank was that these notes were to be bought in four days, as I understand it. Suppose they stick tight on that, and refuse to extend the time? We've got to think of everything, you know."
But Frank Moore could see no difficulty here.
"Ken will go ahead at the proper day," said he, "and then he can insist on an abstract, and search title, and fiddle around. Get a lawyer; that's what they are for."
"I guess you're right. All right. Now let's get this straight. Ken is to wire for his money at once. We are to raise ours right away."
"How about the remaining thirty thousand?" "On what basis is this money to be put in?" asked Carlson and Frank in a breath.
"We've got ten days to figure all those details," Corbell reminded them. His black eyes were dancing, and the sharp, waxed points of his moustache seemed to stick out as though quivering with eagerness. "I'm laying out present activities. Kenneth goes into the bank Monday and fixes it up, in his name. In the meantime we see that Mr. Boyd has a good pigeon shoot over the mountains. That all clear?"
"Oh, I feel like a traitor!" burst out Kenneth. "My own father!"
"You mustn't feel that way, Ken," said the poet, gently. "We
