this five hundred dollars--did you get that money ?" "Yes--and another hundred the next day, which isn't down," rejoined the young man, running his eye over the list.
"Borrowed it ?" "Yes, of course--for Gilbert.

He got into a card scrape at the tavern and I helped him out.

I told my father all about it and he said I had done just right; that I must always help a friend out in a case like that, and that he'd pay it.

All he objected to was my borrowing it of a tradesman instead of my coming to him." It was an age of borrowing and a bootmaker was often better than a banker.
"Well--but why didn't you go to him ?" He wanted to get at all the facts.
"There wasn't time.

Gilbert had to have the money in an hour, and it was the only place where I could get it." "Of course there wasn't time--never is when the stakes are running like that." St.George folded up the memorandum.