Now, what troubles you ?" "I tell you, Jack, I'm not troubled!"-- something of the old bravado rang in his voice,--"except as everybody is troubled when he's trying to straighten out something that won't straighten.

I'm knocked out, that's all,--can't you see it ?" "Yes, I see it,--and that's not all I see.

Is it your work here or in New York?
I want to know, and I'm going to know, and I have a right to know, and you are not going to bed until you tell me,--nor will I.I can and will help you, and so will Mr.MacFarlane, and Uncle Peter, and everybody I ask.

What's gone wrong ?--Tell me!" Garry continued to walk the floor.

Then he wheeled suddenly and threw himself into his chair.
"Well, Jack," he answered with an indrawn sigh,--"if you must know, I'm on the wrong side of the market." "Stocks ?" "Not exactly.