"Is there no means of raising the requisite money?" asked French. "Times are bad; but--still money is to be had somewhere. You must have friends and relatives who can help." "Relatives--none," said the old man. "Friends--I have but Justice Crymes." "And he is away," said Fox, looking over his shoulder "Away, putting his head into a noose." "You have a fortnight," said French. "I was sorry for you, but--I must perform my duty. If in a fortnight the sum be not forthcoming----" "A pretty sum it is!" shouted Fox, who had got hold of the mortgage. "And this is what my father is to be cajoled into finding? That is the meaning of all the hurry and scramble of the marriage?" "I have debts due to me, but I cannot get the money in--in time," said old Cleverdon. "If not in time, then as well never," said Fox. "Come, you French, tell me all about it." The stranger--an attorney from Exeter--looked at Mr. Cleverdon, who nodded his head. He knew that eventually the whole matter must be made known to his son-in-law, but he had not reckoned on it coming to a crisis so soon. Mr. French plainly stated all the circumstances. A large sum had been borrowed on the property some years ago when purchased by Anthony Cleverdon, the elder, and this sum had been called in. His client, the mortgagee, was dead, and the executors were resolved, obliged, in fact, to realise the estate, and could not be put off. Mr. Cleverdon had been given due notice, and had neglected to attend to it; the mortgage money had not been paid, consequently a bill had been filed in Chancery, and unless the entire sum were forthcoming within fourteen days, the Cleverdons would have to leave the place, which would pass over to the executors, who would sell it. Fox followed what was said with close attention, and without interruption. The only token of his feelings was the contraction and twitching of his hard sandy eyelashes. When Mr. French ceased speaking, he laughed aloud, hoarsely and hysterically, and became deadly white. His eyes turned to old Cleverdon, and with lips curled and livid over his teeth, he looked at him in speechless rage for some minutes. He was like a mean and angry beast, driven to bay, and watching his opportunity to fly out and bite. Then all at once, with a voice half in a scream, half-choked, he poured forth reproaches on the Squire.