CHAPTER XIII
The Bungalow Sold
“MR. O’HARA, is it really true that you are going down into South America to find a gold-mine?”
The speaker’s sister, a tall, dignified girl, frowned slightly and wished again that she had left Alberta, better known as “Bert”, at home. The child was nearly fifteen, but her frank curiosity was a trait for which her sorrowing family had yet to find means of restraint.
Colin, however, rather liked “Bert” Fanning, and he smiled upon her pleasantly enough.
“That’s my intention. Though,” he added whimsically “if I don’t find it, ‘twill not be the first mine I’ve dropped the gold into instead of taking it out.”
“How could you drop it in a mine you couldn’t find?” inquired Bert, the matter-of-fact.
“Ah, the mine you don’t find is an Irish mine—a bit of a bu
