the air of one not unprepared to consider the matter.
“Twelve thousand ounces!”
“Forty-eight thousand pounds, about?”
“Yes-yes.”
“And your share?”
“Fourteen thousand pounds. Santos takes twenty, and Harris and I fourteen thousand each.”
“And you offer me seven?”
“I do! I do!”
He was becoming more and more eager and excited. His eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them, but slightly bloodshot, and a coppery flush tinged his clear, sunburnt skin. I fancied he had been making somewhat free
of having shown him small gratitude for his kindly anxiety on my behalf. I would behave differently to-morrow. Meanwhile I had new regrets.
At first it was comparatively easy to see, for the lights of the house shone faintly among the nearer oaks. But the moon was hidden behind heavy clouds, and I