“That’s easy,” laughed the governor; “you may be sure I shan’t try that sort of thing again.”
“The second,” said Nick, “is that you consent to the marriage of your daughter and Cecil West. He’s a fine young man——”
“I yield,” interrupted Gov. Bradley. “I will send for West at once.”
CHAPTER IX.
A CALL TO COLORADO.
“Patsy, here’s a letter from a friend of mine in Colorado who asks me to go around that way and look at some mining property he’s got.”
“Just the thing,” said Patsy. “I’m pretty sick of British America, and I guess Colorado is about as good a way as any other to get back to old New York. I don’t suppose we’ll ever strike that gang of villains again.”
“You think not?” queried Nick. “I’m not usually disposed to plume myself on any prophetic gifts, but something tells me that before we sight the Brooklyn Bridge again we’ll have some of the members of that gang to deal with once more. In the meantime, however, we’ll accept this invitation to Colorado.”