Charley did so.
He opened the bags and found that they all contained two thousand dollars in shining gold pieces.
Frank was ready to faint with excitement and joy.
“Hold on,” cried Hale. “They may not be good after all.”
He took one in his hand, flipped it from his thumb-nail, and then smilingly gave it back to the anxious boy.
“Good as they make them,” he said. “Frank has got a little fortune.”
“And he’ll know what to do with it,” said the young inventor. “The first thing you know you’ll see me coming out here with a pair of steam mules.”
“Or a jackass, and go braying over the universe,” grinned Hale.
“Or come on top of an elephant, and scare the wits out of the reds,” said Charley Gorse, with a smile. “What do you really think you will do, Frank?”
“Invent?”