Williamson says that when he left Van Dorn's office with the application, he was as near walking on air as insurance men ever are. People had been so slow in writing their autographs on the dotted line--and here was a six-figure application, with a check. These, accompanied by the wide-eyed Williamson, exploded into the mid-December calm of the agency headquarters like the news of a Tonopah strike in the poker-playing ennui of a Poverty Flat. "What's that, Williamson?" ejaculated the cashier. "Five hundred--you don't mean _thousand_?" "Why, confound you," sneered Williamson, "look at that application!" "Let me see it!" panted the manager, bursting in. "'Foster G. Van Dorn;' half a million! Holy cat, Williamson; but this will put you and the agency in the lead, for--Is he good for it, Williamson?" "Why don't you see that _check_?" inquired the lofty solicitor. "I tell you, fellows, there's always a way to land any man. Why, for a year, I've--by George! I'm forgetting to send Doctor Watson over to make the examination. Van Dorn's going on a hunting trip, and we've got to hustle, and get him nailed before he goes!" The manager stood by Williamson during the telephoning. "Who is Mr. Van Dorn?" he asked, as the agent hung up the receiver. "President of the Kosmos Chemical Company," replied Williamson. "Son-in-law and enemy of Colonel Loree of the Solar Selling Company, you know," said the cashier. "Oh-h-h-h!" replied the manager, as if recalling something. "I remember the 'romance' in the newspapers; but I thought the young fellow was poor. Fixed it up with the colonel, I suppose--the usual thing." "Not on your life!" replied Williamson. "Loree would kill him if he dared--old aristocrat, you know; but Van Dorn's too smart for him. You remember he was an engineer for Loree's company, and met the daughter on some inspection trip. Love at first sight--moonlight on the mountains--runaway and wedding on the sly--father's curse--turned out to starve, and all that." "I remember that," answered the manager; "but it doesn't seem to lead logically up to this application." "Well," went on Williamson, "Van Dorn turns up with a company formed to work a deposit of the sal-ammoniac, or asphaltum, or whatever the stuff the Solar Company had cornered may be, and began trust-busting. The colonel swore the new deposit really belonged to his company because Van Dorn found it while in his employ, and called him all sorts of a scoundrel. But the young man's gone on, all the same, floating his company, and flying high." "I heard that Loree was sure to ruin him," interposed the cashier. "Ruin nothing!" said Williamson. "It was a case of the whale and the swordfish. Van Dorn's got him licked--why, don't you see that check!" "That does look like success," replied the manager. "I hope his strenuous life hasn't hurt his health--Watson is fussy about hearts and lungs."