“If you had got Bergman to sign with you—­” Marsh began.

“Tell that to the submarines,” said Pete.  “Good irrigated land is better than any man’s name on a note; and I don’t care who that man is.  A man might die or run away, or play the market.  Land stays put.  Well, after my first glimpse of the cold shoulder I ciphered round a spell.  I’m a great hand to cipher round.  Some one is out to down me; some one is givin’ out orders.  Who?  Mayer Zurich, I judged.  He sold me a shoddy coat once.  And he wept because he couldn’t loan me the money I wanted, himself.  He’s one of these liers-in-wait you read about—­Mayer is.

“So I didn’t come to you till the last, bein’ as Zurich was one of your directors.  I studied some more—­and then I hunted up old Hank Bergman and told him my troubles,” said Pete suavely.  “He expressed quite some considerable solicitude.  ‘Why, Petey, this is a shockin’ disclosure!’ he says.  ‘A banker is a man that makes a livin’ loanin’ other people’s money.  Lots of marble and brass to a bank, salaries and other expenses.  Show me a bank that’s quit lendin’ money and I’ll show you a bank that’s due to bust, muy pronto! I got quite a wad in the Merchants and Miners,’ he says, ’and you alarm me.  I’ll give you a check for it, and you go there first off to-morrow and see if they’ll lend you what you need.  You got good security.  If they ain’t lendin’,’ he says, ’then you just cash my check and invest it for me where it will be safe.  I lose the interest for only four days,’ he says—­’last Monday, the fifteenth, being my quarter day.  Hold out what you need for yourself.’

“‘I don’t want any,’ says I.  ’The First National say they can fit me out by Wednesday if I can’t get it before.  Man don’t want to borrow from his friends,’ says I.  ‘Then put my roll in the First National,’ says Hank.  That’s all!  Only—­I saw some of the other old-timers last night.”  Pete fingered his sheaf significantly.

“You have us!” said Marsh.  “What do you want?”

“I want the money for this check—­so you’ll know I’m not permeated with any ideas about heaping coals of fire on your old bald head.  Come through, real earnest!  I’ll see about the rest.  Exerting financial pressure is what they call this little racket you worked on me, I believe.  It’s a real nice game.  I like it.  If you ever mull or meddle with my affairs again I’ll turn another check.  That’s for your official information—­so you can keep the bank from any little indiscretions.  I’m telling you!  This isn’t blackmail.  This is directions.  Sit down and write me a draft on El Paso.”

Marsh complied.  Peter Johnson inspected the draft carefully.

“So much for the bank for to-day, the nineteenth,” said Pete.  “Now a few kind words for you as the individual, Mr. George Marsh, quite aside from your capacity as a banker.  You report to Zurich that I applied for a loan and you refused it—­not a word more.  I’m tellin’ you!  Put a blab on your office boy.”  He rolled his thumb at young Hudson.  “And hereafter if you ever horn in on my affairs so much as the weight of a finger tip—­I’m tellin’ you now!—­I’ll appear to you!”