There came into Will's memory the picture of Boxon landed on the pavement one night, by Allchin's fist or toe--and of a sudden he laughed.

When he had half-smoked his pipe, comparative calmness fell upon him.

Sherwood spoke of at once raising the money he owed, and, if he succeeded in doing so, much of the mischief would be undone.

The four thousand pounds might be safely invested somewhere, and life at The Haws would go on as usual.

But was it certain that Sherwood could "raise" such sums, being himself, as he declared, penniless?
This disclosure showed him in an unpleasantly new light, as anything but the cautious man of business, the loyal friend, he had seemed to be.