Then it began to eat up the margin, and when at last I got out I was very badly crippled.
When it was too late, I found out what had become of Orion's money.

Any other human being would have sent a check, but he sent gold.

The hotel clerk put it in the safe and went on vacation, and there it had reposed all this time enjoying its fatal work, no doubt.

Another man might have thought to tell me that the money was not in a letter, but was in an express package, but it never occurred to Orion to do that.
Later, Mr.Camp gave me another chance.

He agreed to buy our Tennessee land for two hundred thousand dollars, pay a part of the amount in cash and give long notes for the rest.