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"Yes; I have a--a friend who owns some stock in it."
"Then your friend is in luck. Why, do you know where the stock stands to-day?"
"No, but I should like to know."
"At 110."
Mark's eyes sparkled with joyous excitement.
"Is it possible?" he exclaimed.
"It's so. I've got a block of a hundred shares myself, which I bought eighteen months ago for a song. I give you my word I didn't think it worth more than a dollar or two a share--what I gave--when I learned not long since that they'd struck it rich, and I was no longer a pauper."
"That's good news for me," said Mark slowly.
"Why? Have you got any of it?"
"My mother is ent.i.tled to two hundred shares from her father's estate."
"Whew! Have you come out to see about it?"
"No; that was not my object, but I shall find out what I can about it."
"You're in luck."
"Well, perhaps so. But my uncle is trying to cheat my mother out of it."
"Then he must be a rascal. Tell me about it."
The man looked sympathetic and trustworthy, and Mark without hesitation told him the story as it is already known to the reader.
"Do you think the stock has reached its highest point?" he asked anxiously.
"No; it will probably rise to two hundred."
"Then my uncle probably won't close it out just at present."
"No; he will hear how the matter stands, and if he is sharp he will hold on."
"I am glad of that, for I want a little time to decide how to act."
"I am going to stop at the mine on my way to 'Frisco."
"I will give you my address and ask you to write me a line to the care of my banker there, letting me know what you can about the mine."
"All right, boy! I like you, and I'll do it. When do you start?"
"To-morrow."
"We'll start together, and I'll get off the train in Nevada."
CHAPTER XXIX.
NAHUM SPRAGUE AND HIS ORPHAN WARD.
LEAVING Mark on his way we will precede him, and carry the reader at once to Gulchville, in California, where he was to find the young boy of whom Mr. Gilbert had requested him to take charge.
In an unpainted frame house lived Mr. Nahum Sprague. In New England such a building would hardly have cost over five hundred dollars, but here it had been erected at more than double the expense by the original owner.
When he became out of health and left California it was bought for a trifling price by Nahum Sprague.
The letter was a man of forty-five with small eyes and a face prematurely wrinkled. He was well-to-do, but how he had gained his money no one knew. He and his wife, however, were mean and parsimonious.
They had one son, a boy of fifteen, who resembled them physically and mentally. He was named Oscar, after a gentleman of wealth, in the hope that at his death the boy would be remembered. Unfortunately for Oscar the gentleman died without a will and his namesake received nothing.
The disappointed parents would gladly have changed the boy's name, but Oscar would not hear of it, preferring the name that had become familiar.
This was the family whose grudging hospitality had embittered the last days of John Lillis, and to them he was obliged to commit the temporary guardians.h.i.+p of his little son Philip.
In the field adjoining, Philip Lillis, a small pale boy, was playing when Oscar Sprague issued from the house.
"Come here, you little brat!" he said harshly.
Philip looked with a frightened expression.
"What do you want of me?" he asked.
"What do I want? Come here and see."
The little fellow approached.
He was received with a sharp slap in the face.
"Why do you hit me, Oscar?" Philip asked tearfully.
"Because you didn't come quicker," answered the young tyrant.
"I didn't know you were in a hurry."
"Well, you know it now."
"You wouldn't have hit me when papa was alive," said Philip with a flash of spirit.
"Well, he isn't alive, see?"