“Mine!” cried Geoffrey, laughing. “I don’t hold one.”
The old man looked at him very keenly, and then let his eyes fall.
“If you would really like to have some,” said Geoffrey, “and I see a chance, I’ll secure them for you.”
“Do, my lad. I’m doing you a good turn here without asking questions.”
“And I’m very grateful to you,” said Geoffrey; “very grateful.”
“Then do me a good turn.”
“Because you were so free in telling me all about the mine?”
“Let that bide, Master Trethick,” said the old man. “But, look here, I will tell you now, if you’ll get me a lot of shares.”
“It’s too late, man—too late.”
“Nay, but it isn’t. You get me shares, and you’ll see. I worked in yon mine.”