He sent Gordon up to old Rawson's with a letter.
The old man read the letter and then looked Gordon over; he read it and looked him over again, much as if he were appraising a young steer.
"Well, I didn't say I'd lend it to you," he said; "but, maybe, I'll do it if 'twill help the General.

Investin' in a young man is kind of hazardous; it's like puttin' your money in a harry-dick--you don't know what he's goin' to be.

All you has to go on is the frame and your jedgment." Fortunately for Keith, the old cattle-dealer had a good opinion of his "jedgment." He went on: "But I admit blood counts for somethin', and I'm half minded to adventure some on your blood." Gordon laughed.

He would be glad to be tried on any account, he said, and would certainly repay the money.
"Well, I b'lieve you will if you can," said the squire.

"And that's more than I can say of everybody.