Your class has enemies always in a new country--jealousy, envy." The lean, aristocratic, angular Crozier, with a musing look on his long face, grown ascetic again, as he held out his hand and gripped that of the other, said warmly: "I'm just as much obliged to you as though I took your advice, Sibley.

I am not taking it, but I am taking a pledge to return the compliment to you if ever I get the chance." "Well, most men get chances of that kind," was the gratified reply of the gambling farmer, and then Crozier turned quickly and entered the doorway of the British Bank, the rival of that from which he had turned in brave disappointment a little while before.
Left alone in the street, Sibley looked back with the instinct of the hunter.

As he expected, he saw a head thrust out from the window where Studd Bradley and his friends had been.

There was an hotel opposite the British Bank.

He entered and waited.