If you had that, and a bag of specimens of high-grade milling ore, people would listen to you." "The trouble is that I can't get them." "Then," observed Stirling, "I guess you'll have to fall back on your friends." "I'm afraid that none of my friends have any money to invest; and, in any case, I'd rather deal with strangers," said Weston.
His host glanced at him very keenly.
"Seems to me you have got to let the thing go," he said.
"No," declared Weston.

"In some respects, it's a crazy project; but I'm going on." Stirling quietly turned the conversation into another channel, but when Western took his departure he called up his secretary on the telephone.
"I want you to write Norris & Lander, Vancouver, the first thing in the morning, and get it off by the Pacific express," he said.

"Tell them they can let a young man named Weston, with whom they've been in communication, have the money he asks for, to count as stock when he starts his company, at the biggest discount they can get.

They can charge me usual brokerage, but they're to keep my name out of it." The secretary said it should be done, and Stirling sat down to his cigar with a smile.

He was inclined to fancy that Weston would find Norris & Lander much more amenable after that.