Guthrie
had made extensive contracts with MacFarlane, which, with Jack's
one-fifth interest in the ore banks was sure to keep Jack and
MacFarlane at Morfordsburg for some years to come.
So whizz went another telegram--this time from Jack--there was no
time for letters these days--stopping all work on the nearly
completed log cabin which the poor young superintendent had
ordered, and which was all he could afford, before the sale of the
ore lands. But then THAT seemed ages and ages ago.
"Don't tell me what I want, sir," roared Mr. Golightly at the
waiter, in "Lend Me Five Shillings," when he brought a crust of
bread and cheese and a pickle with which to entertain Mrs. Phobbs;
Golightly in the meantime having discovered a purse full of
sovereigns in the coat the waiter had handed him by mistake.
"Don't tell me what I said, sir. I know what I said, sir! I said
champagne, sir, and plenty of it, sir!--turkeys, and plenty of
them! Burgundy--partridges--lobsters--pineapple punch--pickled
salmon--everything! Look sharp, Be off!" (Can't you hear dear Joe
Jefferson's voice, gentle reader, through it all?)
And now listen to our proud Jack, with the clink of his own gold
in his own pocket.
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