THE BOYS FIND A FRIEND
“Thought you said there was no money-worshipping in the West,” exclaimed Phil, when at last the bride and groom had returned to their section.
“It is the fact that Mr. Hopkins is the biggest wheat-raiser on the Pacific side of the Rockies that impressed Jerry, and not that he is a millionaire,” retorted Ted.
“Mult-i-millionaire,” smiled his brother, imitating Rosey.
“Here comes the conductor with a telegram. A bag of peanuts it is for us,” exclaimed the younger boy, jumping at the excuse to change the subject.
“You’re on.”
In silence, the young homesteaders watched the official approach.
“The next stop is yours,” he said, pausing at their section.
“I thought there were two other stations before we came to Chikau,” returned Phil, taking a time-table from his pocket.
“They are only flag stations and we have no passengers to let off. I’ve just heard from our superintendent, and he told me to find out if you boys had money enough to last until your letter of credit reaches you.”