back. So, as long as he doesn't feel that he can help me out, I guess I'd better be traveling on."
"Hold on! Wait a minute. Don't be in a hurry," said Mr. Swift
Mr. Peterson was an old friend, and when he and Mr. Swift were young men they had prospected and grub-staked together. But Mr. Swift soon gave that up to devote his time to his inventions, while Mr. Peterson became a sort of rolling stone.
He was a good man, but somewhat visionary, and a bit inclined to "take chances"—such as looking for lost treasure rather than to devote himself to some steady employment. The result was that he led rather a precarious life, though never being actually in want.
"No, pardner," he said to Mr. Swift "It's kind of you to ask me to stay; but this mine business has got a grip on me. I want to try it out If you won't finance the project someone else may. I'll say good-bye, and"
"Now just a minute," said Mr. Swift "It's true, Alec, I had about made up my mind not to go into this thing, when this accident happened to Tom. Now you practically saved his life. You"
"Oh, pshaw! I only acted on the spur of the
