He must compose himself. It was quite
absurd for him to go on this way. But would the boy NEVER come? It
was four o'clock now--or would be in ten minutes, and--and--
Yes!
He sprang toward the door and caught the young fellow in his arms.
"Oh! such good news! Mr. Guthrie's bought the property!" roared
Jack.
He had made one long spring from the sidewalk up three flights of
steps to the old-fashioned door, but he still had breath to gasp
the glad tidings.
"Bought!--Who?--Not Guthrie!"
"Yes--I am to sign the papers to-morrow. Oh!--Uncle Peter, I am
half crazy with delight!"
"Hurrah," shouted Peter. "HURRAH, I say! This IS good news! Well!
--Well!" He was still bending over him, his eyes blinking in his
joy, scurries of irradiating smiles chasing each other over his
face. Never had the old gentleman been in such a state.
"And how much, Jack?"
"Guess."
"Will there be enough to pay Isaac's ten thousand?"
"More!" Jack was nearly bursting, but he still held in.
"Twenty thousand?" This came timidly, fearing that it was too
much, and yet hoping that it might be true.
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