home to tell their wives and neighbors of their success.
Wilder, in the seclusion of his own home, danced a jig of jubilation.
"They've got the option," he said to Nora, "but they've got no money. I'll furnish the money to take up the option—and the deed is done!"
"Will they give you the option?" asked Nora.
"Why not? Somebody's got to make the bluff good, and I'm the only one that can afford to. What do these folks want of a summer resort? They could n't run it properly for five minutes. And Easton's the man they hate, because he's always stood in the way of public improvements. Wilder's their friend—eh?—and they'll all be glad when he's the whole thing."
Easton was a bit less sanguine. "The situation," he told his better half, "is not as clear as I wish it was. But I've never yet failed to get my
