His library, that evening, made Sandy think of a mass meeting of creditors or stockholders who have been tricked."I heard you," said the little man; "what's the other?""Oh, I dare say I'll fail on that," he answered indifferently, and taking up his sombrero went out to saddle his horse.Brewster started to protest, still with the almost unmoved countenance of an innocent man. At any rate, he was not an abject, whining scoundrel, thought Ellton, with a certain amount of admiration.If he is Mr. Everdail, after all, Larry said.Nothing but old overalls and some tools on the floor, Dick commented.