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"Yes, and more," replied the captain.
"It's a go," said Average Jones. "I'd like to make the job
complete."
Then, courteously bidding the North Pinto Gold Mining Company
farewell, the two water-dealers clambered up the rocks and
disappeared beyond the abrupt sky-line.
Once again Doctor Conrad Hoff sat in the private office of Average
Jones, Ad-Visor. The young man was thinner, browner and harder of
fiber than the Jones of two weeks previous. Doctor Hoff looked him
over with shrewd eyes.
"Say, your trip ain't done you no harm, has it?" he exclaimed with a
boisterous and false good nature. "You look like' a fightin'-cock.
Hope the boy comes out as good. You say he's all right?"
"You've got his letter, in which he says so himself. That's enough
proof, isn't it?"
"Oh, I've got the letter all right. An' it's enough as far as it
goes. But it ain't proof; not the kind of proof a man pays out
reward money on," he added, cunningly. "You say you left Roddy down
there with that Funcke feller, hey?"
"Yes.


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