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I wonder if the bank could n't oblige me by not charging interest . '' The figures kept adding and subtracting themselves as he dozed off , and once during the night he dreamed that Swearengen Jones had sentenced him to eat a million dollars ' worth of game and salad at the French restaurant . He awoke with the consciousness that he had cried aloud , `` I can do it , but a year is not very long in an affair of this kind . '' It was nine o'clock when Brewster finally rose , and after his tub he felt ready to cope with any problem , even a substantial breakfast . A message had come to him from Mr. Grant of Grant & Ripley , announcing the receipt of important dispatches from Montana , and asking him to luncheon at one . He had time to spare , and as Margaret and Mrs. Gray had gone out , he telephoned Ellis to take his horse to the entrance to the park at once . The crisp autumn air was perfect for his ride , and Brewster found a number of smart people already riding and driving in the park .