“So it was; but some more bills turned up and had to be paid, so it’s dwindled. I’ve got it in the savings bank.”
The girl looked at the massive pillar which reared itself before them.
“I should think some of the gold would have stuck to the chimney,” she remarked.
Her companion suddenly grasped her wrist.
“Beth!” he exclaimed. His eyes glowed with excitement, and he sprang to his feet and whirled his hat around his head as he gave a cheer. Then he stood quite still and gazed at the chimney.
The girl looked at him in wonder. “What is it?” she asked.
“I don’t know myself—exactly. Maybe, it’s nothing, and maybe,—you’ve found my fortune.”
“I?”
“Yes, you.”
“What do you mean?”