"In the course of a week, if it
seems to agree with you, try a laugh."
She made the experiment without waiting the week, amused at his whimsical
way of putting it. Nevertheless, the sound of her own laughter gave her a
little shock.
"You came on business, I suppose?" she said presently.
"Yes. I came to raise a million dollars for some improvements I want to make."
"Let me lend it to you," she proposed eagerly.
"That would be a good one. I'm going to use it to fight the Consolidated.
Since you are now its chief stockholder you would be letting me have money
with which to fight you."
"I shouldn't care about that. I hope you beat me."
"You're my enemy now. That's not the way to talk." His eyes twinkled merrily.
"Am I your enemy? Let's be friendly enemies, then. And there's something I
want to talk to you about. Before he died Mr. Harley told me he had made
you an offer. I didn't understand the details, but you were to be in charge
of all the copper-mines in the country. Wasn't that it?"
"Something of that sort. I declined the proposition."
"I want you to take it now and manage everything for me.
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