"I don't think you will have to do it any more. You have your fortune, easy enough."
"Oh, Mr. Wiggins! Do you think it is ours sure enough?"
"Well, perhaps I ought not to speak so positively; it is hard to tell at this stage of the game. I hope you have."
Julian was delighted to hear Mr. Wiggins talk in this way, but before he could ask him any more questions that gentleman had gone back into the office. He then went out and looked around for Casper. One of the boys told him he believed Casper had got the "sack," for he put on his cap and left the office.
"I don't know what he has been doing," said the boy; "do you?"
"Mr. Wiggins knows, and he will not tell," replied Julian. "I wonder what the poor fellow will do now?"
Julian was impatient for night to come, so that he could go home and see Jack about it. It came at last, and Julian never broke a trot until he ran up the stairs and burst into his room.
"Well?" said Jack. "You look happy. Tell us all about that Dutchman."
"There is not much to tell. His name is Claus, and he lives in a pool-room."
"I knew I was not mistaken in him," said Jack, taking his usual seat by throwing his leg over the table. "That man had better go somewhere else."