and double it.
"I want ten thousand down, twenty in three months, and another twenty in six."
"Give you half that, and it's a deal," said Paterson.
* * *
James Randolph, of New York, sat at a corner table in the dining-room of the Porcupine Hotel. He was a quiet man, very silent, and had a keen grey eye. There was nothing conspicuous about Randolph, nothing to betray the fact that he was a noted geologist; nothing to suggest that he represented enough money to buy the entire township and all in it twice over. He ate slowly and without interest, glancing occasionally at the very mixed assemblage. It was nothing unusual to him.
Two strangers came in and annexed the adjoining table, one large, red-faced, and of the type recognisable as "mining broker", the other evidently just out of the woods. They were not drunk, but very cheerful, and Randolph wondered where they got it. One ate peas with his knife, very neatly and without spilling any, while the other, apparently not hungr