"It isn't Johnny!" she indignantly asserted.

"I know how Johnny's fifteen thousand was saved from this attachment, but I wouldn't tell where it is--even here." Polly and Loring looked at each other understandingly.
"I suppose that was an old Gamble-Collaton account," Loring surmised with another speculative glance at Gresham.

"I am quite certain that Johnny knows nothing whatever of this claim--let alone the attachment.
The operations of his big irrigation failure were so extensive that, with the books lost, he can never tell when an additional claim may be filed against him.

If suit is made in an obscure court, and Collaton, who hasn't a visible dollar, answers summons and confesses judgment for the firm, Johnny has no recourse." "Except to repudiate payment," suggested Gresham with a shrug of his shoulders.
"I wish he would," returned Loring impatiently.

"I wish he would let me handle his affairs in my own way." "He won't," Polly despaired.
"Tell me, Mr.Loring," interposed Constance, who had been silently thoughtful all this while; "would this unpaid attachment at Mr.
Gamble's bank interfere with his present success if Mr.Courtney--or any one else whom Mr.Gamble might try to interest--were to hear of it ?" "It might--and very seriously," returned Loring.
The long somnolent game was suddenly awakened by two blissful errors, which gave the audience something to jeer at.