" Cameron was growing more and
more excited.
"Well, old chap, we must go right along to Mr. Rae's office. You don't
mind?"
"Mind? Not a bit. Old Rae has no love for me,--I get him into too much
trouble,--but he's a straight old boy. Just wait till I brush up a bit."
He poured out from a decanter half a glass of whiskey.
"I'd cut that out if I were you," said Dunn.
"Later, perhaps," replied Cameron, "but not to-day."
Within twenty minutes they were ushered into Mr. Rae's private office.
That gentleman received them with a gravity that was portentous in its
solemnity. "Well, Sir, you have succeeded in your task," he said to Mr.
Dunn. "I wish to thank you for this service, a most valuable service to
me, to this young gentleman, and to his family; though whether much may
come of it remains to be seen."
"Oh, thanks," said Dunn hurriedly. "I hope everything will be all
right." He rose to go. Cameron looked at him quickly. There was no
mistaking the entreaty in his face.
Mr. Rae spoke somewhat more hurriedly than his wont. "If it is not
asking too much, and if you can still spare time, your presence might be
helpful, Mr. Dunn."
"Stay if you can, old chap," said Cameron. "I don't know what this thing
is, but I'll do better if you're in the game, too." It was an appeal to
his captain, and after that nothing on earth could have driven Dunn from
his side.
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