"Yes, if you will give me a good endorser." Layton sighed, and stood silent for some time. "Will that suit you?" said Grasper. "I am afraid not. I have never asked for an endorser in my life, and do not know any one who would be willing to go on my paper." "Well, just as you like. I shall not give up the certainty of a present legal process, for bits of paper with your name on them, you may depend upon it." The poor debtor sighed again, and more heavily than before. "If you go on with your suit against me, Mr. Grasper, you will entirely break me up," said he, anxiously. "That's your look-out, not mine. I want nothing but justice--what the law gives to every man. You have property enough to pay my claim; the law will adjudge it to me, and I will take it. Have you any right to complain?" "Others will have, if I have not. If you seize upon my goods, and force a sale of them for one-fourth of what they are worth, you injure the interests of my other creditors. They have rights, as well as yourself." "Let them look after them, then, as I am looking after mine. It is as much as I can do to see to my own interests. But it's no use for you to talk. If you can pay the money or give security, well--if I not, things will have to take their course." "On this you are resolved?" "I am." "Even with the certainty of entirely breaking me up?" "That, I have before told you, is your own look-out, not mine." "All I have to say, then, is," remarked Layton, as he turned away, "that I sincerely hope you may, never be placed in my situation; or, if so unfortunate, that you may have a more humane man to deal with than I have." "Thank you!" was cuttingly replied, "but you needn't waste sympathy on me in advance. I never expect to be in your position. I would sell the shirt off of my back before I would allow a man to ask me for a dollar justly his due, without promptly paying him."