There were footsteps in the hall, and Frobisher came in and greeted Andrew cordially.
"I heard you were at the Landing, and I'm not sorry you'll have to stay all night," he said. "It's snowing so hard that I had some difficulty in getting home with the team."
CHAPTER XI
THE REAL BOSS
"How have you been getting on in the bush?" Frobisher asked his guest when they sat talking in his smoking-room. "You look worried."
"There's a reason for it—the mine's no good." Andrew looked Frobisher steadily in the face. "I dare say you knew that some time ago."
"I had my suspicions. I wasn't singular in that."
"So it seems. I must ask you to believe that it was only during the last few days that I found out the truth."
Frobisher smiled.
"After that, I'd better say that I exonerated you—I think it's the right word—as soon as we'd had our first talk. I saw that you were being made a tool of."