Before he could speak, however, Frank had turned in at Bradlaugh's office.
Mr.Bradlaugh sat at his desk, smoking a cigar.

He welcomed the lads cordially and waved them to chair.
"What do you think about Borrodaile, Frank ?" he asked, coming right down to the main subject.
"I think," was the prompt answer, "that he has a head that's stuffed with knowledge--but it's not the sort of knowledge that will help him hang on to that bonanza mining claim of his." "My motion to a t, y, ty.

He can go back to Caesar's time and tell you how the old Romans used to do business, but he's as innocent as a babe in arms about the way business is done in this day and age of the world.
He needs looking after, or some one will get that claim of his for a song--and then forget the singing part.

Have you any idea why he went back to Gold Hill after he had just come from there." "No, sir.

That was the night"-- and a flicker of a smile crossed Merry's face--"when I went out to the Bar Z Ranch, and before I had left I didn't know he had gone." "Hum!" Mr.Bradlaugh sat back in his chair and peered into the vapor that floated above his head.