ing to beggar yourself, not to help
MacFarlane but to keep Minott out of jail!" Amazement had taken the
place of horror.

"He was my friend, sir--and there are Corinne and the little boy. It is
all over now. I have the money--that is, I have got something to raise
it on."

"Who gave it to you?" He was still groping, blinded by the revelations,
his gray eyes staring at Jack, his voice trembling, beads of
perspiration moistening his forehead.

"Isaac Cohen. He has given me ten Government bonds. They are in that
drawer behind you. He overheard what I said to you yesterday about
wanting some money, and was waiting for me when I went downstairs. He
gave them to me because he loved you, he said. I am to give him my ore
property as security, although I told him it was of no value."

Peter made a step forward, stretching out a hand as if to steady
himself. His face grew white then suddenly flushed. His breath seemed to
have left him.

"And Cohen did this!" he gasped--"and you for Minott! Why--why--"

Jack caught him in his arms, thinking he was about to fall.

"No! No! I'm all right," he cried, patting Jack's shoulder. "It's
you!--you--YOU, my splendid boy! Oh!--how I love you!"

CHAPTER XXXI

The following morning Jack walked into Arthur Breen's private office
while his uncle was reading his mail, and laid the package containing
the ten bonds on his desk. So far as their borrowing capacity was
concerned, he could have walked up the marble steps of any broker's
office or bank on either side of the street--that is, wherever he was
known, and he was still remembered by many of them--thrust the package
through the cashier's window, and walked down again with a certified
check for their face value in his pocket.

But the boy had other ends in view. Being human, and still smarting
under his uncle's ridicule and contempt, he wanted to clear his own
name and character; being loyal to his friend's memory and feeling that
Garry's reputation must be at least patched up--and here in Breen's
place and before the man who had so bitterly denounced it; and being
above all tender-hearted and gallant where a woman, and a sorrowing
one, was concerned, he must give Corinne and the child a fair and square
start in the house of Breen, with no overdue accounts to vex her
except such petty ones as a small life insurance and a few uncollected
commissions could liquidate.

These much-to-be-desired results could only be attained wh