one
night when he was drunk. "I don't think it matters. You'd like to get
rich and hinted that you knew how to make your pile."

"I know where there's a silver lode."

"Ah!" said Stormont, "that's interesting! But it's an expensive business
to prove and develop a mineral claim, and you couldn't do much alone. I
expect you know this, since you stop here clerking for a few dollars a
week. You want help."

"The man who looks for that ore will want my help," Drummond rejoined.

"Well, it's my business to speculate in mines, and I'm generally willing
to pay for a useful tip. But it's got to be useful. I don't like to be
stung, and the woods are full of dead-beat prospectors ready to put you
wise about rich pay-dirt for a dollar or two."

"My tip's all right," Drummond declared in a defiant tone. "I'll show
you! When the old man was at Longue Sault he had a clerk called Strange,
and sent him off somewhere one day with a sledge and dogs. Strange came
back with a bagful of mineral specimens, and said he'd struck it rich,
but the old man knew nothing about mining and didn't want any
prospectors mussing up things round there. By and by Strange left the
factory, and the old man pulled out and brought me South. Located at
Owen Sound, and told me about Strange's specimens one day when he was
very sick. Said he'd reckoned the fellow was a crank, but he'd kept two
or three specimens and a mining man told him they carried good silver."

"Did Strange tell your father where he found the specimens?" Stormont
asked carelessly.

Drummond grinned. "Since the old man sent him, I guess he knew where he
went. But I've got to know what my tip is worth before I tell you."

"Certainly," said Stormont. "Suppose we take a drink?" He filled a glass
and gave it Drummond, but was silent for some minutes afterwards.

The young man was not as drunk as he thought, and had obviously some
caution left. The heady liquor, however, might make a difference.

"Well," he resumed, when Drummond put down his glass, "you're ambitious
and enterprising. I expect you'd like to own a share in a paying mine?"

"You bet I would; I'm surely going to!"

"Then you had better let me help. It will cost you something to locate
the vein, and you won't find people ready to believe your tale and put
up the money," Stormont replied.

He saw by Drummond's look that he had tried to sell his secret; but the
lad answered: "Cut it out! What's your offer?"

"Fifty dollars