Mahone followed Boyce from the room, and the two men held some moments of eager conversation in the farthest corner of the kitchen.
“Did I do it up brown?” questioned the younger man.
“That you did,” answered the other. “Jared, I always have said you were a trump.”
“What is best, every word of it is true. I’m going down to the court now. The young lady has only got the news a little in advance. Good-bye, old boy. I’ll come up and give you particulars when it’s all over.”
“Good-bye, and see that you make no blunders,” answered Mahone, “they would be too costly just now.”
“I say,” said Boyce, coming back a step or two, “don’t take the screws off from that rich girl in there. Nail her before we are in too deep.”
“Oh, never fear, Ellen will do that,” answered Mahone, and the two parted.
Meanwhile Ellen Post was proving herself worthy of the confidence Mr. Mahone expressed in her. The moment those two young men left the room she turned to Miss Spicer.
“Now are you satisfied, Miss?”
“Yes, that the work you undertook is half done,” answered the young lady tartly.