"So, Old Joe is dead, and Young Joe reigns in his stead?"
"Right you are," replied Quinney.
Despite his efforts, a note of triumph escaped him.
"Left you everything?" continued the burly man. Quinney nodded, and after a pause the other continued huskily: "Old Joe had something snug to leave—hey?"
"Right again," replied Young Joe.
"More'n you thought for, I'll be bound?"
"Maybe."
"Well, my boy, hold on to it—as he did. It's a damned sight easier to make money than to keep it."
"I made some of it," said Quinney.
"Not much."