I gave up gambling, married, and settled down, saved my
money, invested a little here and there, and--worked for it, Jack,
damn me,--worked for it like a damned horse!
Oakhurst (aside). True, this is not work.
York. But that ain't my business with ye now, old boy: it's this.
You've had some trials and troubles in the bank lately,--a
defalcation of agents one day, a robbery next. It's luck, my boy,
luck! but ye know people will talk. You don't mind my sayin' that
there's rumors 'round. The old man's mighty unpopular because he's
a saint; and folks don't entirely fancy you because you used to be
the reverse. Well, Jack, it amounts to 'bout this: I've withdrawn
my account from Parkinson's, in Sacramento, and I've got a pretty
heavy balance on hand--nigh on two hundred thousand--in bonds and
certificates here; and if it will help you over the rough places,
old boy, as a deposit, yer it is (drawing pocket-book.)
Oakhurst (greatly affected, but endeavoring to conceal it). Thank
you, Harry, old fellow--but--
York (quickly). I know: I'll take the risk, a business risk.
You'll stand by me all you can, old boy; you'll make it pay all you
can; and if you lose it--why--all right!
Oakhurst (embarrassed). As a deposit with Morton & Son, drawing
two per cent monthly interest--
York. Damn Morton & Son! I'll back it with Jack Oakhurst, the man
I know.
Oakhurst (advancing slowly).
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