"News, Vi!" he shouted. "Gorgeous news! The Winhalla Railway is turning up trumps! The shares are simply flying up. I told Gardner I'd sell at fifty, but he says they are worth holding on to, for they'll go above that. He vows they're safe. And who do you think is the capitalist that's pushing behind? Why, Kenyon!"
He broke off abruptly at this point as Kenyon himself arose leisurely with a serene smile and outstretched hand.
"Exactly—Kenyon!" he said. "But if you think he's a rank bad speculator like yourself, sonny, you're mistaken. I didn't make my money that way, and I don't reckon to lose it that way either. But Gardner's right. Those shares are safe. They aren't going down again ever any more."
He turned to the girl on his other side, and laid his free hand on her shoulder.
"And I guess you'll forgive me for distressing you," he said, "when I tell you why I did it."
"Well, why, Dick?" she questioned, her face turned to his.
"I just thought I'd like to know, dear," he drawled, "if there wasn't something bigger than money to be got out of this deal. And—are you listening, Jerry?—I found there was!"