"John knows it is perfectly safe in your hands," Peaches beamed.

"Well, I'll tell you," said Uncle Peter. "Bill Grey and myself
celebrated the finish of our long quarrel by going into a little
business deal together."

"Fine!" I said approvingly.

"We buried the hatchet," Uncle Peter went on, "by investing
together in a gold mine."

"Where?" I asked nervously.

"We formed a little syndicate and bought a half-interest in a mine
owned by Bunch's Uncle McGowan, out in the Blue Hills!"

"And is that where you invested my few plunks?" I asked, forcing
myself to be calm.

"That's it," chuckled Uncle Peter, "and that's where Bill Grey has
invested $5,000 for Bunch."

I excused myself and said I didn't feel like promenading--the
undertow made me dizzy.

I went off by my lonesome and looked across the troubled sea.

It seemed to me that I could hear a voice coming from far away
behind that biggest wave, and the voice said, "You betcher sweet!"