Besides, neither Jack, nor MacFarlane, nor anybody connected with Jack, had an account at the Exeter.

The discounting of their notes was, therefore, out of the question.
"To-day is a short business day, Jack, being Saturday," he said with a sigh.

"If I had known of this before I might have--and yet to tell you the simple truth, my boy, I don't know a human being in the world who would lend me that much money, or whom I could ask for it." "I thought maybe Mr.Morris might, if you went to him, but I understand he is out of town," returned Jack.
"Yes," answered Peter in a perplexed tone--"yes--Holker has gone to Chicago and won't be back for a week." He, too, had thought of Morris and the instantaneous way in which he would have reached for his check-book.
"And you must have it by Monday night ?" Peter continued, his thoughts bringing into review one after the other all the moneyed men he knew.
"Well--well--that IS a very short notice.

It means Monday to hunt in, really--to-morrow being Sunday." He leaned back and sat in deep thought, Jack watching every expression that crossed his face.

Perhaps Ruth was mixed up in it in some way.