"Yes; he most certainly did. He wants you to go over and take charge of his bank!"
"Thunder! It's sort o' funny, Tom, how things come round."
Kirkwood smiled at Amzi's calmness. He drew from his pocket a folded piece of paper.
"Here's your stock certificate, Amzi. Bill asked me to hand it to you. It's in due form. He wanted me to ask you to be as easy on him as you could. I think what he meant was that he'd like it to look like a bona-fide, voluntary sale. Those ten shares give you the control, and the Sycamore claim wiped out the rest of his holdings. I'm afraid," he added, "there's going to be some trouble. Where's Phil?"
"Probably at the court-house hearing her Uncle Alec talk about the money devils. We ought to let a few banks bust, just to encourage Alec. Thunder! Phil's all right!"