For the moment he made no reply to Garry's long harangue--especially the part referring to the report.

Anxious as he was to learn the result of the award, he did not want the facts from the chairman of the committee in advance of the confirmation by the Council.
"What is it you have on ice, Garry ?" he asked at last with a laugh, yielding to an overpowering conviction that he must change the subject--"a new Corn Exchange?
Nobody can beat you in corn exchanges." "Not by a long shot, Jack,--got something better; I am five thousand ahead now, and it's all velvet." "Gold-mine, Garry ?" queried Jack, turning his head.

"Another Mukton Lode?
Don't forget poor Charlie Gilbert; he's been clerking it ever since, I hear." "No, a big warehouse company; I'll get the buildings later on.

That Mukton Lode deal was a clear skin game, Jack, if it is your uncle, and A.B.

& Co.