“It is both,” answered Jack. “Listen and doubt your ears. I had a letter from Uncle Arthur this morning asking me to come and see him about my Cumberland ore property, and I have just spent an hour with him.”
Peter put down his glass:
“You had a letter from Arthur Breen—about—what do you mean, Jack.”
“Just what I say.”
Peter moved close to the table, and looked at the boy in wonderment.
“Well, what did he want?” He was all attention now. Arthur Breen sending for Jack!—and after all that had happened! Well—well!
“Wants me to put the Cumberland ore property father left me into one of his companies.”
“That fox!” The explosion cleared the atmosphere for an instant.
“That fox!” answered Jack, in a confirmatory tone; and then followed an account of the interview, the boy chuckling at the end of every sentence in his delight over the situation.
“And what are YOU going to do?” asked Peter in an undecided tone. He had heard nothing so comical as this for years.