"
"Got anything else to offer?" This came in a less supercilious
tone. The calm, direct manner of the young man had begun to have
its effect.
"Nothing but my ore property."
"That's good for nothing. I made a mistake when I wanted you to
put it in here. Glad you didn't take me up."
"So am I. My own investigation showed the same thing."
"And the ore's of poor quality," continued Breen in a decided
tone.
"Very poor quality, what I saw of it," rejoined Jack.
"Well, we will check that off. MacFarlane got any thing he could
turn in?"
"No--and I wouldn't ask him."
"And you mean to tell me, Jack, that you are going broke yourself
to help a dead man pay his debts?"
"If you choose to put it that way,"
"Put it that way? Why, what other way is there to put it? You'll
excuse me, Jack--but you always were a fool when your damned
idiotic notions of what is right and wrong got into your head--and
you'll never get over it. You might have had an interest in my
business by this time, and be able to write your check in four
figures; and yet here you are cooped up in a Jersey village,
living at a roadside tavern, and getting a thousand dollars a
year.
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