"Looks so, for a fact. How did you get on to it, 'Bob'?"
"Purely by chance. Through a man named Mallow, a 'scientist' of some sort with a magic tester." The girl laughed.
"Don't know him."
"Mallow is as queer as the rest of his kind, and I put no faith in his story until I investigated. But the well is there and doing a hundred and fifty barrels as regular as clockwork."
"You'll have no trouble in selling it."
"Then you're not interested?"
"Interested? Yes, indeed." Nelson nodded. "I'm quite excited, as a matter of fact, but—I can't handle it at this particular time."
"Frankly, I'm glad you can't," Barbara told him, "for now I can sell it to Mr. Gray."
"Gray?" Henry looked up quickly. "If you wanted it for him, why did you bring it to me?"
"Because Mr. Mallow insisted. He felt sure you'd jump at it. Besides, Mr. Gray is away and prompt action is necessary. I'll wire him at once and ask him to accept my judgment."