DR. ARCHIE'S VENTURE
little short, sign a note and I 'll write a check. That 's the way gentlemen do business. If you want to put up some San Felipe as collateral, let her go, but I shan't touch a share of it. Pens and ink, please, Oscar," he lifted a large forefinger to the Austrian.
The Captain took out his checkbook and a book of blank notes, and adjusted his nose-nippers. He wrote a few words in one book and Archie wrote a few in the other. Then they each tore across perforations and exchanged slips of paper.
"That 's the way. Saves office rent," the Captain commented with satisfaction, returning the books to his pocket. "And now, Archie, where are you off to?"
"Got to go East to-night. A deal waiting for me in New York." Dr. Archie rose.
The Captain's face brightened as he saw Oscar approaching with a tray, and he began tucking the corner of his napkin inside his collar, over his ascot. "Don't let them unload anything on you back there, doctor," he said genially, "and don't let them relieve you of anything, either. Don't let them get any Cripple stuff off you. We can manage our own silver out here, and we re going to take it out by the ton, sir!"
The doctor left the dining-room, and after another consultation with the clerk, he wrote his first telegram to Thea:—
Miss Thea Kronborg,
Everett House, New York.
Will call at your hotel eleven o'clock Friday morning. Glad to come. Thank you.
He stood and heard the message actually clicked off on the wire, with the feeling that she was hearing the click at the other end. Then he sat down in the lobby and wrote a
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