I'll take you, Johnny." Gamble turned to Gresham.
"If you don't mind, I'll just transfer my option to the colonel," he suggested.
"The game is in your hands--for the present," Gresham acknowledged.
"We'll just fix it up that way, then, Colonel.

Polly, lend me your fountain-pen again.

Colonel, you may hand me your check for seventeen thousand five hundred.

You may pay the balance of the money to Gresham--upon delivery, I suppose, of the deed." "Surely," said the colonel nonchalantly; and, producing his own fountain-pen and check-book, he wrote Johnny Gamble's check, while Gamble wrote a transfer of his option.

Constance watched that unquestioning operation between the two gentlemen with puzzled brows.
"You're not taking this matter to your lawyer, Colonel," she observed.
"Certainly not!" he replied in surprise.