“That,” said Morning, “will finish the payment to the government, complete all the enterprises I have projected, give you ten millions, and all the men who have stood by us from the start half a million each. It will serve also to make some donations I have in mind, and will leave over six hundred millions for the Morning family. It is not so much money now as it was when I made the discovery, but it will keep the wolf from the door. Bob, the whistles are sounding and I shall have to bid you good-by and send you ashore. There is no possibility, I suppose, of this being only a break, or a horse? No chance of the ore coming in again lower down?”
“None in the world, Mr. Morning. In that formation it is impossible. The Morning mine, as a mine, has petered!”
“Bob,” said our hero, extending his hand with a smile, “put it there!”
And Robert Steel and David Morning clasped hands with the clasp of men.
“Bob,” said Morning, “on my soul I am glad of it. The problem of overproduction of gold will no longer vex the world, and now I shall have a chance to pass a few hours in quiet with my wife.”
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- P. [282], changed “the fasces of a diamond” to “the facets of a diamond”.
- Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed.