In another I 'm a fund of information.

To-night you and I will go to Indianapolis and probate the will--it's simple enough; I 've had it in my safe for ten years.
After that, you become the owner of the Blue Poppy mine, to do with as you choose." "But--" The old lawyer chuckled.
"Don't ask my advice, Boy.

I have n't any.

Your father told me what to do if you decided to try your luck--and silver 's at $1.29.

It means a lot of money for anybody who can produce pay ore--unless what he said about the mine pinching out was true." Again the thrill of a new thing went through Robert Fairchild's veins, something he never had felt until twelve hours before; again the urge for strange places, new scenes, the fire of the hunt after the hidden wealth of silver-seamed hills.