"
Bryce chuckled, for he was indeed far from being worried over
business matters, his consideration now being entirely for his
father's peace of mind. "All right," he retorted, "Father has lost
his money and we'll have to let the servants go and give up the old
home. That part of it is settled; and weak, anemic, tenderly nurtured
little Bryce Cardigan must put his turkey on his back and go into the
woods looking for a job as lumberjack ... Busted, eh? Did I or did I
not hear the six o'clock whistle blow at the mill? Bet you a dollar I
did."
"Oh, I have title to everything--yet."
"How I do have to dig for good news! Then it appears we still have a
business; indeed, we may always have a business, for the very fact
that it is going but not quite gone implies a doubt as to its
ultimate departure, and perhaps we may yet scheme a way to retain
it."
"Oh, my boy, when I think of my years of toil and scheming, of the
big dreams I dreamed--"
"Belay all! If we can save enough out of the wreck to insure you your
customary home comforts, I shan't cry, partner. I have a profession
to fall back on. Yes, sirree. I own a sheep-skin, and it says I'm an
electrical and civil engineer."
"What!"
"I said it. An electrical and civil engineer. Slipped one over on you
at college, John Cardigan, when all the time you thought I was having
a good time.
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