"Twenty thousand," repeated Cargan. "Ten years' salary the way you're going ahead at present. A lot of money for a young man. If I was you I wouldn't hesitate a minute. Think. What's Hayden ever done for you? He'll throw you down some day, the way he's thrown) me."
"I—I—don t know—" wavered Bland. Mr. Magee, in the card-room, knew that Hayden s emissary was tottering on the brink.
"You could set up in business," whined Mr. Max. "Why, if I'd had that much money at your age, I'd be a millionaire to-day."
"You get the package," suggested the mayor, "take twenty thousand out, and slip the rest to me. No questions asked. I guess there ain't nobody mixed up in this affair will go up on the housetops and shout about it when we get back to Reuton."
"Well,—" began Bland. He was lost. Suddenly the quiet of Baldpate Mountain was as sailed by a loud pounding at the inn door, and a voice crying, "Bland. Let me in."
"There's Hayden now," cried Mr. Bland.
