"
"There is no harm in that. I'll do it. And if I can find anything to go
on, I'll undertake to follow up those fellows. Perhaps I can find out
something at Nevada City. I reckon I'll have to let you look out for
Mrs. Keeler and the boy, as you say."
"I'm mighty glad to hear you say that. And I'll make out a check right
now. Smith, the livery man at Eureka South, will cash it; and you can
take the stage out to-morrow morning."
"All right. I reckon we'd better not lose any time."
Palmer had already got out pen and ink. It was something of a "chore"
for the old man to draw a check. Miners' paralysis was creeping on, and
two years later the best he could do was to make his mark. But to-day he
prolonged his labors, making out a second check, to be cashed when
Keeler reached San Francisco.
The business was hardly transacted when Henry Francis walked in.
"Glad to see you, Francis!" exclaimed the old man. "What news from
Moore's Flat?" He exchanged glances with Keeler which seemed to mean
that their business should be regarded as strictly private, although
Henry Francis was the friend of both, and had won the confidence and
affection of old man Palmer.
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