"More!" The strain on Jack was getting dangerous.
"Twenty-five thousand?" Peter's voice now showed that he was
convinced that this sum was too small.
"More! Go on, Uncle Peter! Go on!"
"Thirty-five thousand, Jack?" It was getting hot; certainly this
was the limit. Was there ever such luck?
"Yes!--and five thousand more! Forty thousand dollars and one-
fifth interest in the output! Just think what Ruth will say. I've
just sent her a telegram. Oh!--what a home-coming!"
And then, with Peter drawn up beside him, his face radiant and his
eyes sparkling with joy, he poured out the story of the morning.
How he had begun by telling Mr. Guthrie of his own and Mr.
MacFarlane's opinion of the property, as he did not want to sell
anything he himself considered worthless. How he had told him
frankly what Peter had said of his--Mr. Guthrie's--fairness and
honesty; how he was at work for his prospective father-in-law, the
distinguished engineer of whom Mr. Guthrie had no doubt heard--at
which the gentleman nodded.
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