I have paid weekly your share of the profits to Mr.
Morgan." "Am I a millionaire yet ?" asked Joe.
"Not quite.

I have paid Mr.Morgan on your account"-- here Watson consulted a small account-book--"nine hundred and twenty-five dollars." "Is it possible ?" said Joe, gratified.

"That is splendid." "Then you are satisfied ?" "More than satisfied." "I am glad of it.

I have made the same for myself and so have nearly half made up the sum which I so foolishly squandered at the gaming-table." "I am glad for you, Mr.Watson." "How have you prospered at the mines ?" "I have had excellent luck." "I don't believe you bring home as much money as I have made for you here." "Don't bet on that, Mr.Watson, for you would lose." "You don't mean to say that you have made a thousand dollars ?" exclaimed Watson, surprised.
"I have made five thousand dollars within a hundred or two." "Is it possible!" ejaculated Watson.

"You beat everything for luck, Joe." "So he does," said Bickford, who felt that it was time for him to speak.