The judge in his charge sustained the idea of exemplary damage, and then the case went to the jury.
They had remained out about three quarters of an hour, when they came in and announced a verdict in favor of Herbert Randolph of five hundred and seventy five dollars!
Young Randolph was never more surprised in his life, or only once; and that was when he found Bob Hunter at old Gunwagner’s on the night of his escape.
“Five hundred and seventy five dollars!” said he to himself, unable to realize that he had been awarded such a sum of money.
Bob Hunter congratulated him, his lawyer congratulated him, and the court even did likewise.
But none were more hearty and genuine in their congratulations than Mr. Goldwin and his pretty daughter Ray.
“I owe it all to you, Mr. Goldwin,” said Herbert, gratefully. “I should never have thought to commence action against old Gunwagner but for your advice.”
The odd seventy five dollars paid the lawyer and all the court expenses. This left a clear five hundred dollars for young Randolph—what a lot of money, five hundred dollars in new, crisp bank notes!
“And it shall all go into our business, Bob,” said he, proudly, “and as you are now an equal partner with me half of the money will be yours.”
“Oh, no, Herbert, that would not be right,” protested Bob.