"By distinguishing yourself as a student in the School of Mines and by becoming, in due time, an efficient, broad-minded leader in your scientific profession," was Denmead's only answer. "The little I've done for you, my boy, is too slight to merit thanks; but the work you may undertake is vastly important, and I want you to make a great success."
He shook Ralph's hand, laying the other on the lad's broad shoulder.
"Good-bye, for the present, Ralph," he added. "Let me know if there's anything I can do for you hereafter."
"I—-I will, sir," stammered Ralph, swallowing hard. "Thanks ever so much!"
He turned to go, for the launch was waiting at the camp's pier to take him down the lake, where Tom Walsh would meet him with his wagon and drive him home.
"I must say good-bye to the boys now," he added in a tone of regret.
"I've had the time of my life here, sir, and I think camp is great!"
"One moment, Ralph. I believe Rawson has some even better news for you."
Rawson had entered and was standing in the doorway.
"Yes, I have," he replied, smiling. "I kept it from you until the last minute, because it's so good it won't spoil! Ralph, in our surveys we found abundant signs of iron deposits on your property. These have been further investigated during your visit here. Beyond a doubt there are undeveloped mines on your land, boy!"
"Then—-then father's dream—-it may come true! He always said that, always believed it! And now—-now———"