He seemed to be everywhere and doing everything at once.
"Hello, old man! We've got greenbacks to burn, and we're a-burning 'em," he cried cheerily as he paused to greet his friend, and at the same time dash the streaming perspiration from his face with a grimy hand.

"What's the news ?" "The news is that you are a trump!" exclaimed White, "and that in spite of all you are doing for us we want you to grant us still another favour." "Name it, my boy, and if it is anything within reason, including a defiance of the whole British navy, I'll do it," laughed Cabot.
"I hope you will, for it is something that we all want you to do very much," responded White.

"You see it's this way.

I spoke of your suggestion to mother, and she thought so well of it that I went to the magistrate and got him to draw up a deed transferring this property, for a nominal consideration, to a friend.

Now it is all ready for signatures, and we want you to be that friend." "Me!" cried Cabot, completely staggered by this unexpected result of his own planning.