"Precisely. It isn't a bad showing, is it? What do you say to that, Dean? How old are you?"
"Sixteen, but I am nearer seventeen."
"There are not many boys of your age who are worth a thousand dollars."
"I owe it to your kindness, Ben—yours and Eben's."
"I don't admit that, Dean. You have worked hard for it."
"But then I am only a boy, and yet you admit me to an equal partnership."
"And we're glad to do it, Dean," said Rawson, warmly. "Isn't that so, Eben?"
"You're talkin' for us both, Ben. The kid's been a great deal of company for us."
"Besides, Dean, Eben and I have got ten thousand dollars between us in a bank in Denver, unless the bank's busted, which I haven't heard of. I say, Eben, old chap, I feel rich!"