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"I'm going to have a shy at that gold when we get up to Potosi, Jack. Itell you forty thousand dollars in gold is worth looking for thesedays."
Ned Peterson leaned back in one of the great rocking-chairs on the uppergallery of the Hôtel de France, in Port of Spain, on the island ofTrinidad, and puffed his cigar as complacently as though the gold werealready in his trunk. He was fresh out of the School of Mines ofColumbia College, and so felt at liberty to lay down the law to hisfourteen-year-old brother Jack. They were both on their way into theheart of Venezuela, to the gold-mines of Naparima, of which their fatherwas superintendent and part owner.
"Oh, that's just one of your romantic notions," Jack replied, standingby his brother and looking through the jalousie-blinds at the cooliessquatting in the park across the street. "You want a chance to write toyour chums in New Yo