"
The speaker, muttering direfully under his breath, was about to slam
down the window.
"Wait one moment, Mr. Martin," called up Bart sharply. "This is a
special delivery, and a very important matter. I tender you this package
in the presence of these witnesses, and it is a legal delivery. If you
decline to come down and take it, and I leave it on your doorstep at the
call of the first tramp who happens to come along, I have done my duty,
and the loss is yours--a matter of fifteen thousand dollars."
"What! what!" shouted Martin.
"That is the amount."
"From--Dunn & Son?"
"I guess that's right," said Bart. "Will you come down and take it?"
Martin did not reply. He disappeared from the window, but left it open.
Bart heard him muttering to himself.
"Supposing he doesn't come down?" questioned Bob, in a whisper.
"I think he will," said Bart. "Eleven forty-eight. Mr. Martin," he
called out loudly, "I can't wait here all night."
"Shut up!" retorted an angry voice--"I'm hurrying all I can."
"He isn't!" spoke Darry, in a low tone to Bart. "He's on to the
business, and playing for time."
"And he's beat us!" breathed Bob--"hear there! twelve o'clock.
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