"But, Mr. Nixon, think of the boy's interests. I am willing to pay him a salary of a hundred dollars a month."
"And I," said the old man, "will give him outright ten thousand dollars—one-fourth of the sum you have paid me for my interest in the mine."
"Give me your hand, Mr. Nixon," said Burdoch, "I can't go ahead of that. He is a good boy, and he deserves his good fortune."
Gerald was overwhelmed by his liberality.
"How can I thank you, Mr. Nixon," he said, "for your generosity?"
"It isn't generosity. It's only justice. But for you I doubt if I should be living to-day. You have taught me how to live. And now let me tell you something. I have sent on to Mr. Nugent the amount I took from his firm many years ago. He refused to accept interest, but wrote that I might make up to you whatever it amounted to. It amounts to more than the ten thousand dollars I have given you, but that I will account for later."
"I cannot realize my good fortune, Mr. Nixon. You and Mr. Nugent have been very kind to me."
"Are you tired of living in Montana?"
"I don't like it as well as living in my old home."
"Nor do I. With your help I propose to settle up my affairs, convert what property I have here into money, and go back to the East."