"I've seen her, boy! Wait, just wait a little! Time will take care of you; after a while you'll see her," Fraser taunted in reply.
Landon Blake, who was the short one of the three who had got the thrill at the station, did not go into the living-room with the others. Something more important was on his mind now. "Dave back in town?" he asked.
"'Bout half an hour ago. He's upstairs," somebody informed and Blake ran up to the front room on the third floor and burst in on his roommate who was working under the light at the flat desk beside the window.
"Dave!" hailed Landon, breathlessly. "How about it? Did you get it?"
Dave, who was a tall, spare young man, turned quickly and looked at Landon; but he nodded in reply only after a moment or two and spoke slowly. "Yes; I got it, Lan," he said, entirely without Landon's excitement; indeed, he replied so soberly that it was almost as if he were giving bad news.
"All of it?" Lan asked. "Or all you needed, anyway?"
"All of it," Dave confirmed.
"The whole ten thousand?"
"The whole ten thousand, Lan. I got it in a check from Mr. Fuller and paid it over down town this afternoon. Snelgrove put up his money. It's a deal, Lan; it's closed; it's all over."
"Good!" Lan congratulated, putting out his short, broad hand. "Great! Dave, put it there!"
Dave grasped Lan with his longer, strong hand.
