He may know
something of what's going on, if anything is going on."
Jack's eyes blazed. Something going on! Suppose that after all he
and Ruth would not have to wait. Peter read his thoughts and laid
his hand on Jack's wrist:
"Keep your toes on the earth, my boy:--no balloon ascensions and
no bubbles,--none of your own blowing. They are bad things to have
burst in your hands--four hands now, remember, with Ruth's. If
there's any money in your Cumberland ore bank, it will come to
light without your help. Keep still and say nothing, and don't you
sign your name to a piece of paper as big as a postage stamp until
you let me see it."
Here Peter looked at his watch and rose from the table.
"Time's up, my boy. I never allow myself but an hour at luncheon,
and I am due at the bank in ten minutes. Thank you, Auguste,--and
Auguste! please tell Botti the spaghetti was delicious. Come,
Jack."
It was when he held Ruth in his arms that same afternoon--behind
the door, really,--she couldn't wait until they reached the room,
--that Jack whispered in her astonished and delighted ears the good
news of the expected check from Garry's committee.
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