"Well, I'll tell you," said Uncle Peter. "Bill Grey and myself
celebrated the finish of our long quarrel by going into a little
business deal together."
"Fine!" I said approvingly.
"We buried the hatchet," Uncle Peter went on, "by investing
together in a gold mine."
"Where?" I asked nervously.
"We formed a little syndicate and bought a half-interest in a mine
owned by Bunch's Uncle McGowan, out in the Blue Hills!"
"And is that where you invested my few plunks?" I asked, forcing
myself to be calm.
"That's it," chuckled Uncle Peter, "and that's where Bill Grey has
invested $5,000 for Bunch."
I excused myself and said I didn't feel like promenading--the
undertow made me dizzy.
I went off by my lonesome and looked across the troubled sea.
It seemed to me that I could hear a voice coming from far away
behind that biggest wave, and the voice said, "You betcher sweet!"
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