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ALL HIS close friends were with Tom in the office on the memorable night when his hopes became certainty. His father, Ned and Mr. Damon had hung breathlessly on his final calculations, and when he at last looked up with the triumphant smile that could mean only one thing, they were almost as jubilant as he and overwhelmed him with congratulations.
"Bless my oil stocks! " cried Mr. Damon, slapping him on the shoulder. "Tom, my boy, you're a wonder."