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"That's a lot of money," said Butler, thinking of the amazing audacity of Stener, but failing at the
moment to identify it with the astute machinations of Cowperwood. "That's something to think
about. There's no time to lose if there's going to be a panic in the morning. How much good will
it do ye if we do support the market?"
"A great deal," returned Cowperwood, "although of course I have to raise money in other ways. I
have that one hundred thousand dollars of yours on deposit. Is it likely that you'll want that right
away?"
"It may be," said Butler.
"It's just as likely that I'll need it so badly that I can't give it up without seriously injuring myself,"
added Cowperwood. "That's just one of a lot of things. If you and Senator Simpson and Mr.
Mollenhauer were to get together--you're the largest holders of street-railway stocks--and were
to see Mr. Drexel and Mr. Cooke, you could fix things so that matters would be considerably
easier. I will be all right if my loans are not called, and my loans will not be called if the market
does not slump too heavily. If it does, all my securities are depreciated, and I can't hold out."
Old Butler got up. "This is serious business," he said. "I wish you'd never gone in with Stener in
that way. It don't look quite right and it can't be made to. It's bad, bad business," he added
dourly. "Still, I'll do what I can. I can't promise much, but I've always liked ye and I'll not be
turning on ye now unless I have to. But I'm sorry--very. And I'm not the only one that has a hand
in things in this town." At the same time he was thinking it was right decent of Cowperwood to
forewarn him this way in regard to his own affairs and the city election, even though he was
saving his own neck by so doing. He meant to do what he could.
"I don't suppose you could keep this matter of Stener and the city treasury quiet for a day or two
until I see how I come out?" suggested Cowperwood warily.
"I can't promise that," replied Butler. "I'll have to do the best I can. I won't lave it go any further
than I can help--you can depend on that." He was thinking how the effect of Stener's crime
could be overcome if Cowperwood failed.
"Owen!"
He stepped to the door, and, opening it, called down over the banister.
"Yes, father."
"Have Dan hitch up the light buggy and bring it around to the door. And you get your hat and
coat. I want you to go along with me."
"Yes, father."
He came back.
"Sure that's a nice little storm in a teapot, now, isn't it? Chicago begins to burn, and I have to
worry here in Philadelphia. Well, well--" Cowperwood was up now and moving to the door. "And
where are you going?"
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