"Better put it into bonds," said Kit; "safer, a good deal."
"Don't know about that," remarked Wade. "Your abolition government may turn a somersault some fine morning."
"Well, it won't strike on its head if it does,—like a certain government we've all heard of," retorted Kit.
"Call the president and secretary to order, somebody!" cried Raed.
"Now about buying gold," he continued. "There's nothing to be made in gold just now, especially with fifteen thousand dollars: if we had a million, it might be worth talking of. I really don't just know where to put our little fifteen thousand dollars to make it pull the hardest. Suppose we run down and have a talk with our legal friend, Mr. H——" (the same who had advised us relative to the "lode").
"All right."
We went down. Our gentleman had just come in. Raed stated our case. H—— heard it.
"So you want to speculate a little," said he pleasantly. "Good boys. That's right. Won't work yourselves; won't even let your money work honestly: want to set it to cheating somebody. Well, you must remember that the biter sometimes gets bitten."
"Oh! we don't want anything hazardous," explained Raed.
"Yes, I see," remarked Mr. H——; "something not too sharp, sort of over and above board, and tolerably safe."