"
"Bosh! A decent farm would be worth more to you than this claim,"
argued Mr. Dunlop derisively.
"Perhaps. But neither of my partners has quit, Mr. Dunlop, and I'm
not going to quit, either."
"This is the last chance I can give you, Reade. You'd better take it."
"No; though I beg you to accept my best thanks, Mr. Dunlop. However,
Hazelton can go over and help you."
"Both, or neither," returned Mr. Dunlop firmly.
Harry looked half eagerly at Reade, but Tom shook his head.
"What do you say, Mr. Reade?" pressed the promoter. "Last call
to the dining car. With your funds running low, and a hard winter
coming on you'll soon know what it means to be hungry."
"I'm much obliged, sir but I'm going to stick here at my own work."
"What do you say, Hazelton?" coaxed the promoter.
"Nothing," Harry replied loyally. "You heard what my partner had
to say. In business matters he talks for both of us."
"Good night, then," grunted Mr. Dunlop, rising. "If you should
change your minds in the morning, after breakfast, come and tell me.
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