“However, there are such things as bad seasons, labor troubles, boll-weevil, canker, floods, war.  He lost ship-loads of cotton.  He lost heavily on rice.  Remember those last floods?  In some of his places they wiped the work of years clean off the map.  He had to begin all over, and he had to do it on borrowed money; which in lean and losing years is expensive.  Floods may come and crops may go, but interest on borrowed money goes on forever.  He mortgaged all he could mortgage, risked everything he could risk, took every chance—­and now everything is at stake with him.

“Do you realize what it would mean if Eustis went under?  A smash to shake the state!  Consider, too, the effect of failure upon the man himself!  He can’t fail, though—­if Mr. Inglesby chooses to lend a hand.  Now do you begin to comprehend?”

In spite of her distrust, he impressed her profoundly.  He did not over-estimate her father’s passionate belief in himself and the value of his work.  If anything, Hunter had slurred the immense influence Eustis exerted, and the calamitous effect his failure would have upon the plain people who looked up to him with such unlimited trust.  They would not only lose their money; they would lose something no money could pay for—­their faith.

“Oh, but that just simply couldn’t happen!” said Mary Virginia, and her chin went up.

“It could very easily happen.  It may happen shortly,” he contradicted politely.  “Heavens, girl, don’t you know that the Eustis house is mortgaged to the roof, that Rosemount Plantation is mortgaged from the front fences to the back ditches?  No, I suppose he wouldn’t want his women-folks to know.  He thinks he can tide it over.  They always believe they can tide it over, those one-idea chaps.  And he could, too, for he’s a born winner, is Eustis.  Give him time and a good season and he’d be up again, stronger than ever.”  While he spoke he was taking from a drawer a handful of papers, which he spread out on the desk.  She could see upon all of them a bold clear “James Eustis.”

“One place mortgaged to prop up another, and that in turn mortgaged to save a third.  Like links in a chain.  Any chain is only as strong as its weakest link, remember.  And we’ve got the links.  Look at these, please.”  He laid before her two or three slips of paper.  Mary Virginia’s eyes asked for enlightenment.

“These,” explained Hunter, “are promissory notes.  You will see that some of them are about due—­and the amounts are considerable.”

“Oh!  And he had to do that?”

“Of course.  What else could he do?  We kept a very close watch since we got the first inkling that things were not breaking right for him.  Mr. Inglesby’s own interests are pretty extensive—­and we set them to work.  It wasn’t hard to manage, after things began to shape:  a word here, a hint there, an order somewhere else; and once or twice, of course, a bit of pressure was brought to bear, in obdurate instances.  But the man with money is always the man with the whip hand.  Eustis got the help he had to have—­and presently we got these.  All perfectly legitimate, all in the course of the day’s work.