"Sign there," said he.

"Mac," he added, "have your hundred dollars ready." McGurvin went down into his trousers, fished up a roll of bills, and held it in his hand, eying it hungrily.

The professor, hunting for a place on which to write, stood up and laid the paper against the wall of the house.
Merry was astounded to think that Borrodaile should prove so lacking in ordinary understanding as to take the words of that gang of tricksters in such a matter.

But he was child, so far as business affairs were concerned.

It was easy to make him believe anything, so long as his particular field of knowledge was not intruded upon.
Something had to be done, and Merry was not long in doing it.