As I reached the Merchants’ Exchange, I came upon William T. Coleman, and he greeted me with an air that warmed my spirit. "That was a good piece of work you did last night, Hampden," he said. And I blushed under the commendation as proudly as though I were a soldier of the Grand Army called out to receive the ribbon of the Legion of Honor from the hands of the Great Napoleon. "We suppressed the riots last night," I replied, "but the people don’t seem to know it. I see more anxiety among the business men this morning than at any time yet." "It’s absurd," said Coleman abruptly. "I can’t understand why they should take that tone. The danger is over. We have the situation perfectly in hand. Men are signing the rolls by the hundred now. We shall have the city so thoroughly guarded to-night that not even a rat can come out of the sewers. It’s nonsense to talk of panic conditions, as some of these fellows are doing. By the way, how are Kendrick’s affairs? He had a bad loss last night." I did not hesitate to describe the difficulties of the position. "I’ll see if something can’t be done for you," he said. "If I had a little more time I could arrange it, I am sure, but I have my hands pretty full now. As it is, I can’t be of much help to you till to-morrow." And he passed on. There was a stimulating influence in his tones, and, though I had little confidence in his power to arrange for aid, his words sent me back to the office in better spirits. I had need of all my courage, for Brown met me with word that the money was going out rapidly, and that without a turn in the tide we should not last beyond noon. "God bless you, Hampden!" cried a familiar voice as I entered the waiting-room. "I was wondering whether some of your long-haired Bedlamites hadn’t got you and hanged you to your own lamp-post." And the fiery face of General Wilson beamed at me with lively interest as he hastened forward to grasp my hand. "How’s Kendrick coming on? I see by the papers that you’ve been having the devil of a time here." I admitted the plutonic nature of the city’s recent activities, as I led General Wilson into the private office. "I’ve been in Stockton," said General Wilson with explosive energy. "To tell the truth, I went up to file that contract for the sale of the tule land. I didn’t know how Kendrick’s affairs were going to turn out, so I didn’t lose any time getting it on record. I’ve never been caught napping yet, and it wouldn’t do to begin at this late day. Now, how are things going? Will Kendrick pull through, or is he up against the wall?" My heart misgave me at having Wharton Kendrick’s business on the tongue of this loquacious boaster, and I was of a mind to deliver to him the same cheery lie that I had poured into the ears of a dozen inquisitive acquaintances. But I remembered the substantial proof of friendly interest that he had already shown, and thought it better that I should once more be frank with him.