"Well, Jack," he answered with an indrawn sigh,--"if you must know, I"m on the wrong side of the market."
"Stocks?"
"Not exactly. The bottom"s fallen out of the Warehouse Company."
Jack"s heart gave a rebound. After all, it was only a question of money and this could be straightened out. He had begun to fear that it might be something worse; what, he dared not conjecture.
"And you have lost money?" Jack continued in a less eager tone.
"A whole lot of money."
"How much?"
"I don"t know, but a lot. It went up three points to-day and so I am hanging on by my eyelids."
"Well, that"s not the first time men have been in that position," Jack replied in a hopeful tone. "Is there anything more,--something you are keeping back?"
"Yes,--a good deal more. I"m afraid I"ll have to let go. If I do I"m ruined."
Jack kept silent for a moment. Various ways of raising money to help his friend pa.s.sed in review, none of which at the moment seemed feasible or possible.
"How much will make your account good?" he asked after a pause.
"About ten thousand dollars."
Jack leaned forward in his chair. "Ten thousand dollars!" he exclaimed in a startled tone. "Why, Garry--how in the name of common-sense did you get in as deep as that?"
"Because I was a d.a.m.ned fool!"
Again there was silence, during which Garry fumbled for a match, opened his case and lighted a cigarette. Then he said slowly, as he tossed the burnt end of the match from him:
"You said something, Jack, about some of your friends helping. Could Mr.
MacFarlane?"
"No,--he hasn"t got it,--not to spare. I was thinking of another kind of help when I spoke. I supposed you had got into debt, or something, and were depending on your commissions to pull you out, and that some new job was hanging fire and perhaps some of us could help as we did on the church."
"No," rejoined Garry, in a hopeless tone, "nothing will help but a certified check. Perhaps your Mr. Grayson might do something," he continued in the same voice.
"Uncle Peter! Why, Garry, he doesn"t earn ten thousand dollars in three years."
Again there was silence.
"Well, would it be any use for you to ask Arthur Breen? He wouldn"t give me a cent, and I wouldn"t ask him. I don"t believe in laying down on your wife"s relations, but he might do it for you now that you"re getting up in the world."
Jack bent his head in deep thought. The proposal that his uncle had made him for the ore lands pa.s.sed in review. At that time he could have turned over the property to Breen. But it was worthless now. He shook his head:
"I don"t think so." Then he added quickly--"Have you been to Mr.
Morris?"
"No, and won"t. I"d die first!" this came in a sharp, determined voice, as if it had jumped hot from his heart.
"But he thinks the world of you; it was only a week ago that he told Mr.
MacFarlane that you were the best man he ever had in his office."
"Yes,--that"s why I won"t go, Jack. I"ll play my hand alone and take the consequences, but I won"t beg of my friends; not a friend like Mr.
Morris; any coward can do that. Mr. Morris believes in me,--I want him to continue to believe in me. That"s worth twenty times ten thousand dollars." His eyes flashed for the first time. Again the old Garry shone out.
"When must you have this money?"
"By the end of the week,--before next Monday, anyhow."
"Then the situation is not hopeless?"
"No, not entirely. I have one card left;--I"ll play it to-morrow, then I"ll know."
"Is there a chance of its winning?"
"Yes and no. As for the "yes," I"ve always had my father"s luck. Minotts don"t go under and I don"t believe I shall, we take risks and we win.
That"s what brought me to Corklesville, and you see what I have made of myself. Just at present I"ve got my foot in a bear trap, but I"ll pull out somehow. As for the "no" part of it,--I ought to tell you that the warehouse stock has been knocked endways by another corporation which has a right of way that cuts ours and is going to steal our business.
I think it"s a put-up job to bear our stock so they can scoop it and consolidate; that"s why I am holding on. I"ve flung in every dollar I can rake and sc.r.a.pe for margin and my stocking"s about turned inside out. I got a tip last week that I thought would land us all on our feet, but it worked the other way." Something connected with the tip must have stirred him for his face clouded as he rose to his feet, exclaiming: "Have a drop, Jack?--that last one braced me up."
Again Jack shook his head, and again Garry settled himself back in his chair.
"I am powerless, Garry," said Jack. "If I had the money you should have it. I have nothing but my salary and I have drawn only a little of that lately, so as to help out in starting the new work. I thought I had something in an ore bank my father left me, but it is valueless, I find.
I suppose I could put some life in it if I would work it along the lines Uncle Arthur wants me to, but I can"t and won"t do that. Somehow, Garry, this stock business follows me everywhere. It drove me out of Uncle Arthur"s office and house, although I never regretted that,--and now it hits you. I couldn"t do anything to help Charlie Gilbert then and I can"t do anything to help you now, unless you can think of some way. Is there any one that I can see except Uncle Arthur,--anybody I can talk to?"
Garry shook his head.
"I"ve done that, Jack. I"ve followed every lead, borrowed every dollar I could,--been turned down half a dozen times, but I kept on. Got it in the neck twice to-day from some fellows I thought would help push."
Jack started forward, a light breaking over his face.
"I have it, Garry! Suppose that I go to Mr. Morris. I can talk to him, maybe, in a way you would not like to."
Garry lifted his head and sat erect.
"No, by G.o.d!--you"ll do nothing of the kind!" he cried, as he brought his fist down on the arm of his chair. "That man I love as I love nothing else in this world--wife--baby--nothing! I"ll go under, but I"ll never let him see me crawl. I"ll be Garry Minott to him as long as I breathe. The same man he trusted,--the same man he loved,--for he does love me, and always did!" He hesitated and his voice broke, as if a sob clogged it. After a moment"s struggle he went on: "I was a d.a.m.ned fool to leave him or I wouldn"t be where I am. "Garry," he said to me that last day when he took me into his office and shut the door,--"Garry, stay on here a while longer; wait till next year. If it"s more pay you want, fix it to suit yourself. I"ve got two boys coming along; they"ll both be through the Beaux Arts in a year or so. I"m getting on and I"m getting tired. Stay on and go in with them." And what did I do? Well, what"s the use of talking?--you know it all."
Jack moved his chair and put his arm over his shoulder as a woman would have done. He had caught the break in his voice and knew how manfully he was struggling to keep up.
"Garry, old man."
"Yes, Jack."
"If Mr. Morris thought that way, then, why won"t he help you now? What"s ten thousand to him?"
"Nothing,--not a drop in the bucket! He"d begin drawing the check before I"d finished telling him what I wanted it for. I"m in a hole and don"t know which way to turn, but when I think of what he"s done for me I"ll rot in h.e.l.l before I"ll take his money." Again his voice had the old ring.
"But, Garry," insisted Jack, "if I can see Morris in the morning and lay the whole matter before him--"