"He wants you to sell gov'ment bonds for him." "You'd better take them round to our office." "I haven't got time," said Morrison. "Just attend to them, like a good fellow, and I'll give you a dollar for your trouble." "How much have you got?" "Six hundred--a five hundred and a one." "Are they yours?" "Yes; I've had 'em two years, but now I've got to raise money." "What do you want for them?" "Regular price, whatever it is." "When will you call for the money?" "Meet me at Fifth Avenue Hotel with it tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." "I shall have to meet you earlier--say half-past eight." "All right. Here's the bonds." Grant put the envelope into his pocket, and hurried to the Exchange. When he returned to the office he carried the bonds to Willis Ford. "Mr. Ford," he said, "an acquaintance of mine handed them to me to be sold." "Some one you know?" queried Ford. "I know him slightly." "Well, I suppose it's all right. I'll make out a check to your order, and you can collect the money at the bank." Grant interposed no objection, and put the check in his pocket. "The boy's fallen into the trap," said Willis to himself, exultantly, as he proceeded to enter the transaction on the books.