"It's cost us
considerable; and it's going to cost us a lot more, I'll have to get
an extension on those notes."
"What's that?" asked Newmark, quickly.
Orde picked up a paper knife and turned it slowly between his
fingers.
"I don't believe I'll be able to meet those notes. So many things
have happened--"
"But," broke in Newmark, "the firm certainly cannot do so. I've
been relying on your assurance that you would take them up
personally. Our resources are all tied up."
"Can't we raise anything more on the Northern Peninsula timber?"
asked Orde.
"You ought to know we can't," cried Newmark, with an appearance of
growing excitement. "The last seventy-five thousand we borrowed for
me finishes that."
"Can't you take up part of your note?"
"My note comes due in 1885," rejoined Newmark with cold disgust. "I
expect to take it up then. But I can't until then. I hadn't
expected anything like this."
"Well, don't get hot," said Orde vaguely. "I only thought that
Northern Peninsula stuff might be worth saving any way we could
figure it."
"Worth saving!" snorted Newmark, whirling in his chair.
"Well, keep your hair on," said Orde, on whom Newmark's manner was
beginning to have its effect, as Newmark intended it should.
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