“But I've made money on the trip,” said the lumber king. “I bought some shares in a copper-mine for fifteen thousand dollars, and they're worth at least ten times that. I happened to know the mine, and he needed the money.”
“If I were you I'd have the details of that transaction engraved on my bust and set it up in my bedroom,” I said, with a laugh.
“Why so?”
“It would give you a chance to get acquainted with yourself.”
“Oh, I was honest with him!” said he. “I told him I'd give him thirty days to redeem the stock.”
“Was it Wilton?”
“Yes. Do you know him?”
“I know him, and if the stock is as good as you say it will be redeemed.”
And it was, and I began to understand why Pike had been hand in glove with Wilton. He had been trying to get hold of his property.
We wept for joy at the sight of our native land—who doesn't?—and Norris, who looked as strong as ever, said that he longed to get back to his task.