This was the most business-like attitude he had seen his son manifest.

He was so keen, so alert for a boy of thirteen.
"Why, Frank," he said, going over to a drawer where some bills were, "are you going to become a financier already?
You're sure you're not going to lose on this?
You know what you're doing, do you ?" "You let me have the money, father, will you ?" he pleaded.

"I'll show you in a little bit.

Just let me have it.

You can trust me." He was like a young hound on the scent of game.