Mr. Morris can not only design a wall, but he
can teach some first-class mechanics how to lay it."
Jack looked out the window and watched the fences fly past. For
the moment he made no reply to Garry's long harangue--especially
the part referring to the report. Anxious as he was to learn the
result of the award, he did not want the facts from the chairman
of the committee in advance of the confirmation by the Council.
"What is it you have on ice, Garry?" he asked at last with a
laugh, yielding to an overpowering conviction that he must change
the subject--"a new Corn Exchange? Nobody can beat you in corn
exchanges."
"Not by a long shot, Jack,--got something better; I am five
thousand ahead now, and it's all velvet."
"Gold-mine, Garry?" queried Jack, turning his head. "Another
Mukton Lode? Don't forget poor Charlie Gilbert; he's been clerking
it ever since, I hear."
"No, a big warehouse company; I'll get the buildings later on.
That Mukton Lode deal was a clear skin game, Jack, if it is your
uncle, and A.
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