It is all over now. I have the money--that is, I have got
something to raise it on."
"Who gave it to you?" He was still groping, blinded by the
revelations, his gray eyes staring at Jack, his voice trembling,
beads of perspiration moistening his forehead.
"Isaac Cohen. He has given me ten Government bonds. They are in
that drawer behind you. He overheard what I said to you yesterday
about wanting some money, and was waiting for me when I went
downstairs. He gave them to me because he loved you, he said. I am
to give him my ore property as security, although I told him it
was of no value."
Peter made a step forward, stretching out a hand as if to steady
himself. His face grew white then suddenly flushed. His breath
seemed to have left him.
"And Cohen did this!" he gasped--"and you for Minott! Why--why--"
Jack caught him in his arms, thinking he was about to fall.
"No! No! I'm all right," he cried, patting Jack's shoulder. "It's
you!--you--YOU, my splendid boy! Oh!--how I love you!"
CHAPTER XXXI
The following morning Jack walked into Arthur Breen's private
office while his uncle was reading his mail, and laid the package
containing the ten bonds on his desk.
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