ON A LIVE WIRE
"Now, see here, Mr.Swift, you may think it all a sort of dream, and imagine that I don't know what I'm talking about; but I do! If you'll consent to finance this expedition to the extent of, say, ten thousand dollars, I'll practically guarantee to give you back five times that sum"I don't know, Alec, I don't know," slowly responded the aged inventor."I've heard those stories before, and in my experience nothing ever came of them.Buried treasure, and lost vessels filled with gold, are all well and good, but hunting for an opal mine on some little-heard-of island goes them one better.""Then you don't feel like backing me up in this matter, Mr.Swift?" "No, Alec, I can't say I do.Why, just stop and think for a minute.
You're asking me to put ten thousand dollars into a company, to fit out an expedition to go to this island--somewhere down near Panama, you say it is--and try to locate the lost mine from which, some centuries ago, opals and other precious stones came.It doesn't seem reasonable.""But I'm sure I can find the mine, Mr.Swift!" persisted Alec Peterson, who was almost as elderly a man as the one he addressed."I have the old documents that tell how rich the mine once was, how the old Mexican rulers used to get their opals from it, and how all trace of it was lost in the last century.I have all the landmarks down pat, and I'm sure I can find it.Come on now, take a chance.Put in this ten thousand dollars.I can manage the rest.You'll get back more than five times your investment.""If you find the mine--yes."
"I tell you I will find it! Come now, Mr.Swift," and the visitor's voice was very pleading, "you and your son Tom have made a fortune for yourselves out of your different inventions.Be generous, and lend me this ten thousand dollars."Mr.Swift shook his head.
"I've heard you talk the same way before, Alec," he replied."None of your schemes ever amounted to anything.You've been a fortune-hunter allyour life, nearly; and what have you gotten out of it? Just a bare living." "That's right, Mr.Swift, but I've had bad luck.I did find the lost goldmine I went after some years ago, you remember.""Yes, only to lose it because the missing heirs turned up, and took it away from you.You could have made more at straight mining in the time you spent on that scheme.""Yes, I suppose I could; but this is going to be a success--I feel it in my bones.""That's what you say, every time, Alec.No, I don't believe I want to go into this thing.""Oh, come--do! For the sake of old times.Don't you recall how you and I used to prospect together out in the gold country; how we shared our failures and successes?""Yes, I remember that, Alec.Mighty few successes we had, though, in those days.""But now you've struck it rich, pardner," went on the pleader."Help me out in this scheme--do!""No, Alec.I'd rather give you three or four thousand dollars for yourself, if you'd settle down to some steady work, instead of chasing all over the country after visionary fortunes.You're getting too old to do that." "Well, it's a fact I'm no longer young.But I'm afraid I'm too old to settle down.You can't teach an old dog new tricks, pardner.This is my life, and I'll have to live it until I pass out.Well, if you won't, you won't, I suppose.By the way, where is Tom? I'd like to see him before I go back.
He's a mighty fine boy."
"That's what he is!" broke in a new voice."Bless my overshoes, but he is a smart lad! A wonderful lad, that's what! Why, bless my necktie, there isn't anything he can't invent; from a button- hook to a battleship! Wonderful boy--that's what!""I guess Tom's ears would burn if he could hear your praises, Mr.Damon," laughed Mr.Swift."Don't spoil him.""Spoil Tom Swift? You couldn't do it in a hundred years!" cried Mr.Damon, enthusiastically."Bless my topknot! Not in a thousand years--no, sir!""But where is he?" asked Mr.Peterson, who was evidently unused to the extravagant manner of Mr.Damon.
"There he goes now!" exclaimed the gentleman who frequently blessed himself, some article of his apparel, or some other object."There he goes now, flying over the house in that Humming Bird airship of his.He said he was going to try out a new magneto he'd invented, and it seems to be working all right.He said he wasn't going to take much of a flight, and I guess he'll soon be back.Look at him! Isn't he a great one, though!""He certainly is," agreed Mr.Peterson, as he and Mr.Swift went to the window, from which Mr.Damon had caught a glimpse of the youthful Inventor in his airship."A great lad.I wish he could come on this mine- hunt with me, though I'd never consent to go in an airship.They're too risky for an old man like me.""They're as safe as a church when Tom Swift runs them!" declared Mr.Damon."I'm no boy, but I'd go anywhere with Tom.""I'm afraid you wouldn't get Tom to go with you, Alec," went on Mr.Swift, as he resumed his chair, the young inventor in his airship having passed out of sight."He's busy on some new invention now, I believe.I think I heard him say something about a new rifle.""Cannon it was, Mr.Swift," said Mr.Damon."Tom has an idea that he can make the biggest cannon in the world; but it's only an idea yet.""Well, then I guess there's no hope of my interesting him in my opal mine," said the fortune-hunter, with rather a disappointed smile."Nor you either, Mr.Swift.""No, Alec, I'm afraid not.As I said, I'd rather give you outright three or four thousand dollars, if you wanted it, provided that you used it for your own personal needs, and promised not to sink it in some visionary search."Mr.Peterson shook his head.
"I'm not actually in want," he said, "and I couldn't accept a gift of money, Mr.Swift.This is a straight business proposition.""Not much straight business in hunting for a mine that's been lost for over a century," replied the aged inventor, with a glance at Mr.Damon, who was still at the window, watching for a glimpse of Tom on his return trip in the air craft.
