"Bolton is the man I most love, most respect, most revere," I said.
"What can it be then?"
"Suppose we leave it to fate and the future," said I.
CHAPTER XLI.
THE EXPLOSION.
"Hal! it's too confounded bad!" said Jim Fellows, bursting into my room; "your apple cart's upset for good. The Van Arsdels are blown to thunder. The old one has failed for a million. Gone to smash on that Lightning Railroad, and there you all are! Hang it all, I'm sorry now!"
And to say the truth Jim's face did wear an air of as much concern as his features were capable of. "Seems to me," he added, "you take it coolly."