"So like you, dear. However, it must be all right, for he said he should need your help in buying the coast branches and The Short Line."
"The Short Line," gasped Glover. "Well, I haven't inventoried lately. If we marry in June——"
"Don't worry about that, for we sha'n't marry in June, my love."
"But when we do, we shall need some money for a wedding-trip——"
"We certainly shall; a lot of it, dearie."
"I may have ten or twelve hundred left after that is provided for. But my confidence in your father's judgment is very great, and if he's going to make up a pool, my money is at his service, as far as it will go, to buy The Short Line—or any other line he may take a fancy to."
"Why, he's just telling Marie about your making a hundred thousand dollars in four years by being wonderfully shrewd——"
"But that confounded mine that I told you about——"
"You dear old stupid. Never mind, you have made a real strike to-day. But if you ever again delude papa into thinking you know more than I do, I shall expose you without mercy."
The train, a private car special, carrying Mr. Brock, chairman of the board, and his family, the new president and the second vice-president elect, was pulling slowly across the long, high spans of the Spider bridge. Glover and Gertrude had gone back to the observation platform. Leaning on his arm, she was looking across the big valley and into the west. The sun, setting clear, tinged with gold the far snows of the mountains.