Why, my dear boy, this is--well--well!" "It is not for me, Uncle Peter--or I would not come to you for it." "For whom is it, then ?" Peter asked, in a tone that showed how great was his relief now that Jack was not involved.
"Don't ask me, please." Peter was about to speak, but he checked himself.

He saw it all now.
The money was for MacFarlane, and the boy did not like to say so.

He had heard something of Henry's financial difficulties caused by the damage to the "fill." He thought that this had been made good; he saw now that he was misinformed.
"When do you want it, Jack ?" he resumed.

He was willing to help, no matter who it was for.
"Before Monday night." Peter drew out his watch as if to find some relief from its dial, and slipped it into his pocket again.

It was not yet three o'clock and his bank was still open, but it did not contain ten thousand dollars or any other sum that he could draw upon.