Something Doing
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Wilder's merry face grew thoughtful.
"Do you mean it?" he asked, a bit uneasily.
"Certainly."
Wilder thought again. Then he laughed.
"Why, it would ruin old Easton," he remarked, cheerfully; "ruin him entirely. But he deserves it. I'd like to see his face when he has to give up! It's what he's always been afraid of—that people would some day wake up and make it hot for him."
"How about yourself?" asked Jarrod.
"Oh, it would ruin me, too, if you carried out the plan," admitted Wilder. "But you won't carry it out."
"Why not?"
"Because you can do better."
"In what way?"
"See here, Mr. Jarrod," drawing his chair closer; "I take it we're friends, and can talk this over confidentially.
