"A gold mine, dad?"
"Yes, a gold mine in—let's see where is it now—oh, in Yazoo City, Nevada. Of course, I don't own the whole mine, I've only bought some stock in it. There it is. I own a thousand shares in the Hop Toad Mine, and I hope they do as toads do, and 'jump' in value."
"A gold mine," repeated Dick. "That would suit me. Why didn't I think of it before."
"How do you mean, Dick?"
"I mean, why didn't I invest in something like that."
"Well, it's not too late, I suppose."
"Do you mean I can get some shares, dad?"
"I don't know that you can in the Hop Toad Mine, as I understand they're all sold out, but I guess Mr. Vanderhoof has shares in other mines just as good."
"Oh, is that what Mr. Vanderhoof is—a mining man?"
"Well, not exactly a mining man. He sells stock in mines. He's what they call a promoter. Why, do you know him?"
"No, but somehow his face seemed familiar. I was sure that day I saw him in the bank that I had met him somewhere else, but when I tried to think I couldn't recall anyone with such a black moustache as he has."
"It is black," admitted Mr. Hamilton.
"And when he smiles he looks like—a cat," went on Dick.
