“I hope your predictions will come true, Mr. Perkins.”
“Did I hear you speaking of Tacoma?” asked a gentleman on Chester’s left hand.
“Yes, sir.”
“I can tell you something about it. I live at Seattle.”
“Am I right about there being a future for the place?” asked Paul Perkins.
“You are. I may say that lots there are already worth twice what they were last week.”
“How’s that?”
“Because work on the railroad has been resumed, and there is no doubt now that it will be pushed to completion.”
“That settles it. I must own property there. I won’t wait to write, but will telegraph my friend in Portland to go there at once at my expense, and buy five—no, ten lots. I got that idea from you, Chester, and if I make a profit I shall feel indebted to you.”
“I shall be glad if it helps fill your pockets, Mr. Perkins.”