anyhow. But I can't. I
can't wait. And the broker people have got those bonds. Ros, I've been
fighting this thing for weeks and weeks. I ain't slept a night for
years, or so it seems. And next week--next WEEK I was to be married. My
God! think of it!"

"Here, here! Don't do that," I urged. "Brace up. You and I must work
this out. Wasn't there any one you could go to? Anyone you could borrow
the money of? Thirty-five hundred isn't such a lot."

"Whom could I go to? I tried. Lord knows I tried! I did borrow a
thousand of Cap'n Elisha Warren; trumped up some excuse or other and got
that. But that was all he could let me have. And I know he thought my
asking for that was queer."

"Did you consider going straight to Cap'n Dean and--"

"Dean? Cap'n Jed? Her father? Oh, Ros, don't be a fool altogether! I
beg your pardon, old man! I don't mean it. You mustn't mind. I ain't
responsible for what I say just now. But I couldn't go to Cap'n Jed. You
know him. He's as straight and square and honest as he is obstinate and
cranky. If I went to him I couldn't tell him the truth. And if I
lied he'd suspect and want to know why I needed to borrow money. And
Nellie--don't you see? There's the real awfulness of the whole thing. I
couldn't go to her and tell her I was a thief. I couldn't see her face
when I told her. And yet she's got to know it. She's got to know it!"

"But why? The stock may go up any day and then you could withdraw part
of your margin."

He struck the table with another blow. "The stock ain't moved for six
weeks, I tell you," he declared. "And, Ros," he leaned forward, his
haggard face working with emotion, "those bonds ain't in our safe here,
where they should be, and the bank examiner is due here within the next
four days. He's at Middleboro now. I 'phoned Bearse, the cashier there,
this very forenoon on a matter of business, and he happened to mention
that the examiner was in his bank and working his way down the Cape.
It's all up with me! All up! And Nellie! poor girl; I can't be here when
she finds it out. I know you think I'm a poor specimen of a man, Ros,
but I can't face the music. No," desperately, "and I won't."

He was giving way again, but I seized his shoulder and shook him.

"Stop it!" I commanded. "Stop it, George! Let me think. Be quiet now and
let me think. There must be a way out somewhere. Let me think."

He leaned back in his chair. "All right," he said, hopelessly; "think,
if you want to. Th