"Oh, yes, I'll make it my business to find out to-morrow," answered his parent.
"And when will you let me know?" asked Jed eagerly.
"Come to my office at three o'clock to-morrow afternoon."
It may well be imagined that the poor lad could hardly wait for the time to pass. He stayed at Frank's home most of the day, but three o'clock found him at the banker's office, in company with Frank and the other boys.
"Well, I have looked up the Consolidated Heckla," said the banker with a smile.
"And what of it?" asked Frank. "Oh, please don't keep Jed and me waiting, Mr. Wallington."
"Well, I find that Heckla has made a splendid strike lately, consequently the shares owned by the late father of this lad are quite valuable."
"Good!" shouted Frank, and all the other boys echoed his sentiment.
"As much as a—a thousand dollars?" faltered Jed.
"As much as a good many thousand dollars, Jed," answered the banker.