"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies," said Bojo with a half laugh and a whirl of his cane. "By George, Roscy, it's good to be here!"
"We'll get you to work."
"Who could help it? I say, is every one making money in this place? I've heard nothing else since I landed."
"On paper, yes, but you don't make money till you hear it chink, as lots will find out," said Marsh with a laugh. "However, this place's a regular mining-camp—every one's speculating. I say, what are you going to do?"
"Oh, I'm going into Wall Street too, I suppose. I spent a month with Dan Drake."
"—And daughter."
"And daughters," said Bojo, smiling. "I think I'll have a good opening there—after I learn the ropes, of course."
"Drake, eh," said Marsh reflectively, naming one of the boldest manipulators of the day. "Well, you ought to get plenty of excitement out of that. No use my tempting you with a newspaper job, then. But how about your Governor?"
Bojo became quiet, whistling to himself. "I've got a bad half-hour there," he said solemnly. "I've got to fight it out with the old man as soon as he arrives. You know what he thinks of Wall Street."
"I like your Governor."