“Jollivet and Pendarve.”
“Pendarve and Jollivet, or I won’t play,” cried the Major.
“As you wish,” said the Colonel, “There’s my hand and seal.”
“And mine,” cried the Major, seizing the hand extended to him.
“Don’t, don’t say that, gentlemen,” cried Dix, wildly, “It may mean ruin to you both.”
“And destruction,” cried Brownson.
“Very well,” said the Major. “We’re old soldiers, we’ll face all as we’ve often faced death. Pen, old man, for the sake of the boys.”
“For the sake of the boys,” cried the Colonel.
And the next minute the two mining companies’ agents were bowed out, while Gwyn leaped on a chair to shout “hurrah!” just as the French window was darkened, and a voice cried,—
“Is father here?”