Eagerly Tom grasped the deed to the Golden Sun, transferred, supposedly, to one Morton Beecher. From Jack’s worn, faded wallet he fitted to its patched corner a bit of paper, yellow and mildewed, but an exact fit!
“So Margery and I will have you for a half-partner instead of that—” Tom made a face toward Mort who was being led, with head bent, toward his imprisonment and trial, with Henry, for their many sins.
“Bill,” cried Jack. “Tell you what I’ll do. You always liked mining and you say you used to prospect in Peru for mines. How about trading my share in this Golden Sun for your ranch in Colorado?”
“It’s a go!” said Bill.
“And our old Bill will be our partner,” chuckled Tom. “I’m glad.”
“And we’ll take Cliff and Nicky into partnership, too, won’t we?” Margery pleaded.
“As to that!” exclaimed Tom, with a grand air, and waving a hand like an orator, while he stuck the other arm into the bosom of his coat, “I believe we shall have to take that up with the board of directors—in the morning.”
“In the morning, my dear!”
CHAPTER XXX
SUNSET
“The reason I didn’t want to talk about shares, last night,” Tom told his sister, late the next afternoon, “was because we don’t actually own a dollar’s worth of that mine.”