“Tha pulled me out o' the water just when I was going under, lad. God bless thee!” he broke out, and shook his hand with rough vigor. “I signed with the North Electric yesterday.”
“Good business!” said Tembarom. “Now I'm in on the ground floor with what's going to be the biggest money-maker in sight.”
“The way tha talked New York to them chaps took my fancy,” chuckled Hutchinson. “None o' them chaps wants to be the first to jump over the hedge.”
“We've got 'em started now,” exulted Tembarom.
“Tha started 'em,” said Hutchinson, “and it's thee I've got to thank.”
“Say, Little Ann,” said Tembarom, with sudden thought, “who's come into money now? You'll have it to burn.”
“We've not got it yet, Mr. Temple Barholm,” she replied, shaking her head. “Even when inventions get started, they don't go off like sky-rockets.”
“She knows everything, doesn't she?” Tembarom said to Hutchinson. “Here, come and sit down. I've not seen you for 'steen years.”
She took her seat in the big arm-chair and looked at him with softly examining eyes, as though she wanted to understand him sufficiently to be able to find out something she ought to do if he needed help.
He saw it and half laughed, not quite unwaveringly.