"Uncle Peter! Why, Garry, he doesn't earn ten thousand dollars in
three years."
Again there was silence.
"Well, would it be any use for you to ask Arthur Breen? He
wouldn't give me a cent, and I wouldn't ask him. I don't believe
in laying down on your wife's relations, but he might do it for
you now that you're getting up in the world."
Jack bent his head in deep thought. The proposal that his uncle
had made him for the ore lands passed in review. At that time he
could have turned over the property to Breen. But it was worthless
now. He shook his head:
"I don't think so." Then he added quickly--"Have you been to Mr.
Morris?"
"No, and won't. I'd die first!" this came in a sharp, determined
voice, as if it had jumped hot from his heart.
"But he thinks the world of you; it was only a week ago that he
told Mr. MacFarlane that you were the best man he ever had in his
office."
"Yes,--that's why I won't go, Jack. I'll play my hand alone and
take the consequences, but I won't beg of my friends; not a friend
like Mr.
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