Morning whistled. “How much do we lack, Bob, of the $2,400,000,000 I donated to the United States?” “About eight hundred millions, sir; but there is more than enough ore not stoped out in the upper levels to pay that twice over. We have seventeen hundred millions at least.” “That,” said Morning, “will finish the payment to the government, complete all the enterprises I have projected, give you ten millions, and all the men who have stood by us from the start half a million each. It will serve also to make some donations I have in mind, and will leave over six hundred millions for the Morning family. It is not so much money now as it was when I made the discovery, but it will keep the wolf from the door. Bob, the whistles are sounding and I shall have to bid you good-by and send you ashore. There is no possibility, I suppose, of this being only a break, or a horse? No chance of the ore coming in again lower down?” “None in the world, Mr. Morning. In that formation it is impossible. The Morning mine, as a mine, has _petered_!” “Bob,” said our hero, extending his hand with a smile, “put it there!” And Robert Steel and David Morning clasped hands with the clasp of men. “Bob,” said Morning, “on my soul I am glad of it. The problem of overproduction of gold will no longer vex the world, and now I shall have a chance to pass a few hours in quiet with my wife.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES 1. P. 282, changed “the fasces of a diamond” to “the facets of a diamond”. 2. Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling. 3. Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed. 4. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.