His father and Stephen Gard.
Another chance! Gard he hated.

There was a bruise on his right jaw still.

And the old man!--he had cut him out of his inheritance by going crazy over those cursed mines.
"I'm sorry you have gone so far," Gard was saying as they passed.

"If you had consulted me I should have advised against it.

Mining is always more or less of a speculation.