“Nobody. Not yet.”
“Ve gold is waitin’ vere now?” Jack jumped to his feet with dancing eyes.
“So—a—so he says.”
“Oh—oh!” Then with an air of fiery impatience:
“What you say vat man’s doin’ now?”
“He—well—I understand he’s hanging on to that post.”
“Hangin’ on a post!” Jack colored as Mar laughed, and added hurriedly, “Just waitin’ to see if vat leg won’t get better, I s’pose.”
“Waiting for—several things.”
Jack came closer. “Oh, doesn’t he mean to never mind his leg, and go back some day?”