For, of course, the clergyman would not go into any business that was not perfectly straight and sure.
That was quite the case—at least, the clergyman thought it was. He meant well, and he really believed that the company was square, and that there would be great profits in the business.
There were many answers to the letters, and money came in rapidly. Not many persons invested large amounts, but the sum total was considerable.
All this operation of raising money for the work took several months.
At last the clergyman went to Colorado to look over the plant and do his share of the work.
He was surprised to find that there wasn’t any plant.
There was the land that had been bought; on it were a few small mounds of loose dirt to show where borings had been made; and in Denver there was an office of the company.
Nothing more.
Claymore explained that it took time to get the machinery for sinking the wells, and Mr. Judson was satisfied.
They went out to the land, and there happened to meet Hank Low, as he was driving to the city with a small load of farm stuff for the market.