"I will pay you the market rate for your gold, whatever the papers report it to be for to-day."
Mr. Hamilton was certainly very kind; and Stumpy felt that, with such a powerful friend, he had the weather-gage of his avaricious grandfather. Leopold led the way to the shop of his uncle, and the New York merchant joined them.
"I want the gold, uncle," said Leopold.
"What for you want him?" demanded Herr Schlager.
"I have found the owner."
"Donner and blitz! Den he is no more your golt."
"No, uncle; but I feel better in handing it over to Stumpy than I should in spending it myself," laughed Leopold.
"Himmel! Stumpy!"
"Yes Stumpy." And the money-digger briefly stated the facts which had been discovered.
"Donner and blitz! I'm glad for der poy, but sorry for you," added the watch-maker, as he took from the safe the shot-bag containing the treasure.