CHAPTER TWENTY-NINTH
BOUND FOR HOME
"Barry, I must have a serious talk with you," said Jack.
"All serene, fire away. That blessed doctor has been at you, I can see it in your face," he replied with a smile.
"You are ill, it is no use trying to hide it. Because you have never been laid up before you fancy it will go on all right till the end of time, but it won't. You must rest. All your life you have been a hard worker, and now you are run down."
"How the deuce can I rest with these mines on our hands? It is too good a thing to leave go of now we have got the grip. Wait until I have settled this business and then I am your man."
"How long will it take?" asked Jack.
"Perhaps one year, perhaps two, it may be longer."
"And before then it will not matter to you whether you are rich or poor, money will be of no use to you."