I've been too busy," he said.

"Walk in, Charley, while I see whether they'll lend me twenty thousand dollars at the bank yonder." Seaforth, who, however, knew that there was no use in arguing with his comrade, shook his head.

"It's a long rest you want, Harry," he said.
He went in, and Alton, proceeding down the street, presently entered the Bank of Montreal, where he left the manager divided between astonishment and admiration.

He, however, came out with just as many dollars as he carried into the building, and lighting a cigar, watched the passers-by gravely as he waited for his comrade.

They were of many and widely different types; men with keen, sallow faces from eastern cities hastening as though every moment lost was an opportunity wasted; others moving with the tranquillity which proclaimed them Englishmen; bronzed prospectors, and solemn axemen from the shadowy bush, with the stillness of the forest in their eyes; sailors, Japs, and Siwash sealermen.