very like father."

"You're persuaded the silver was an illusion?"

"I am persuaded," George declared. "Men who live in the frozen woods get
credulous and believe extraordinary things, and tales of wonderful lodes
are common in the mining belts. Father heard something of the kind and
brooded over it until he came to believe he had located the ore. He had
too much imagination and wasn't practical."

"But he gave me some specimens he found and they carry rich metal."

"I allow he thought he found them; but that's a different thing."

Agatha smiled. "Perhaps your theory's plausible, but it has some weak
points."

"Anyhow, if father couldn't locate the vein he claimed to have struck, I
reckon there's not much chance of your doing so."

"I mean to try," said Agatha, with ominous quietness.

George saw that she was resolute, and although he was obstinate knew he
was beaten. Agatha could not be moved when she looked like that.

"I can't allow that you know best, but guess I may as well quit
arguing," he remarked with a resigned shrug. "You'll come along and stop
with Florence before you go back to Toronto?"

"I will come for a week," Agatha agreed, and George went away to look