"We're having a bit of a rush." The man laid down his hat and came up to Laverick's side.
"I guess that, sir," he said, "from the number of people we've had in the 'Black Post' to-day, and the way they've all been shouting and talking.

They don't seem to eat much these days, but there's some of them can shift the drink." "I've got some sound stocks looked out for you," Laverick remarked, "two hundred and fifty pounds' worth.

If you'll just approve that list as a matter of form," he added, pushing a piece of paper across, "you can come in to-morrow and have the certificates.

I shall tell them to debit the purchase money to my private account, so that if any one asks you anything, you can say that you paid me for them." "I'm sure I'm much obliged, sir," the man said.

"To tell you the truth," he went on, "I've had a bit of a scare to-day." Laverick looked up quickly.
"What do you mean ?" he demanded.
"May I sit down, sir?
I'm a bit worn out.