“You can, my boy? You can develop it? Then the bargain’s off!” cried the major. “I only want to see you successful.”
“Thank you, sir. You are more than kind—kinder than I have any reason to expect. And I presume you think me a fellow of fluctuating intentions, eh?” and he laughed shortly.
“I am waiting to hear about that, Garry,” said the major, eyeing him intently.
With a thrill in his voice that meant joy, yet with eyes that were frankly bedimmed with tears, Garry Knapp put a paper into Major Dale’s hand, saying:
“Read that, Major,—read that and tell me what you think of it.”
CHAPTER XXX
SO IT WAS ALL SETTLED
“What’s this—what’s this, my boy?” cried the major hastily adjusting his reading glasses. “A telegram? And from the West, eh?”
“A night letter from Bob Douglas. I got it yesterday morning. I’ve been all this time getting here, Major. Believe me! the railroads are badly blocked.”
Major Dale was reading the telegram. His face flushed and his eyes brightened as he read.
“This is authentic, Garry?” he finally asked, with shaking voice.