“And you’ve got none,” said the old man. “How are you going to manage?”
“Set to work again now that I have something to work for,” cried Geoffrey, jumping up and again beginning to pace the summer-house.
“Sit down, stupid, and do husband some of that vitality of yours. You’ll drive me mad if you go on in that wild-beast way.”
Geoffrey laughed.
“Ah, that’s better,” said the old man. “I haven’t seen that grin upon your face for months. But now look here, boy, what are you thinking of doing?”
“I don’t know,” said Geoffrey. “A hundred things. First of all I shall try once more to hunt out the people who bought Wheal Carnac, and see if they will take me on.”
“What, to lose their money?”
“No, sir, but to make money for them.”
“Then you don’t know who bought it?”
“No; I tried the agents in town, but they were close as could be.”