“Well, how’s the millionaire?” she inquired with a smile that made his fond heart miss a beat. “Is this the way you do it? Are you just going to drill one hole?”
“That’s the dope,” replied Denver, “sink it down ten feet and blow the whole bank off with one shot. It’s as easy as shooting fish.”
“Why, you’re down half-way, already!” she cried in amazement. “How long before you’ll be done?”
130“Oh, half an hour or so,” said Denver. “Want to wait and see the blast? I learned this system on the railroad.”
“You’ll be through, then, before noon!” she exclaimed. “You’re actually making money.”
“Well, a little,” admitted Denver, “but, of course, if you’re not satisfied─”
“Oh, I’m satisfied,” she protested, “I was only thinking–but then, it’s always that way. There are some people, of course, who can make money anywhere. How does it feel to be a millionaire?”
“Fine!” grinned Denver, chugging away with his drill, “this is the way they all got their start. The Armstrong method–and that’s where I shine; I can break more ground than any two men.”
“Well, I believe you can,” she responded frankly, “and I hope you have a great success. I didn’t like it very well when you called me a quitter, but I can see now what you meant. Did you ever study music at all?”
Denver stopped his steady churning to glance at her quickly and then he nodded his head.