“Oh, where are the others?”
“Gone over to the other side where the underground river comes out, you know.”
“I was saying, Tom, that this must have taken a lot of money.”
“More than we figured on, but once we begin to get out the ore, it will roll back four-fold.”
Polly was impressed, but still wondered “Where did all the money come from, Tom?”
“Stocks. We wanted to keep most of the Capital for you and the first owners, you know; but investors wouldn’t put up so much money without a vote. So we had to sell out some of the voting shares. That’s where Mr. Dalken came in—he bought a big block of your stock, and it is his money that’s doing this.”
“I think he is the nicest man! I used to think he sent me a wonderful bunch of American Beauty roses for a valentine, but I only learned the other day that it was John! Wasn’t it funny?”
Tom laughed with Polly, and said: “What made you think Mr. Dalken sent them?”
“Oh, something happened once to Nolla and me, in New York that nobody knows—so don’t you go and tell on us, Tom!” Polly waited anxiously to get Tom’s promise, then she proceeded.
“And Mr. Dalken happened along in time to save us from the beasts. After that he made us use his small automobile when we went to night-school. We were awfully grateful to him for it.