enough to pay your fare up from here to Paris, outside o' that, so I—well, this'll fix it up." He pressed the envelope he had brought with him into her hand. "Here! This'll make everything all right. You can get it cashed at the branch bank right here in Tunis to-morrow morning."
She looked down at the envelope in her hand and shook her head slowly. "I can't take it. It is dear of you to offer it. Of course if there were any way I could" She paused and looked at him inquiringly.
"Why, sure," he said. "That boy of yours'll pay it all off after he gets goin'. You put that in your bag. Do as I tell you!"
But she still shook her head. "No, I can't"
"Listen!" he said. "My family isn't any too sound a sleeper, and I got to get back upstairs or I'm liable to be in the creek where the cows can't wade it. John Edwards told me there's a steamer from here to Marseilles to-morrow."
She looked at him gravely. "You wish me to take it?"
"Murder, yes!" he said; and they both rose.
"You wish" she began tremulously, and faltered.
