“No,” I said, laughing; “but you just told me I ought to get ten thousand if I got a cent.”
“It’s worth ten to Mr. Cullen, but—”
I interrupted by saying, “If it’s worth ten to him, it’s worth a hundred to me.”
That was too much for Camp. First he said something best omitted, and then went on, “I told you it was waste time trying to win him over.”
The three stood apart for a moment whispering, and then Judge Wilson called the sheriff over, and they all went out together. The moment we were alone, Frederic held out his hand, and said,—
“Gordon, it’s no use saying anything, but if we can ever do—”
I merely shook hands, but I wanted the worst way to say,—
“Tell Madge what I’ve done, and the thing’s square.”