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THE

YOUNG MINER;

OR, TOM NELSON IN CALIFORNIA. 

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PREFACE. 

When "The Young Adventurer" was published, a year since, as the initialvolume of The Pacific Series, it was announced that the second volumewould be "The Young Pioneer. " This has been changed to "The YoungMiner, " in order to avoid confusion with a book bearing a title somewhatsimilar to the one first proposed. 

Those who were interested in Tom Nelson's trip across the Plains willfind in the present story a record of his adventures in the Land ofGold. Though his prosperity was chiefly due to his own energy andindustry, it is also true that he was exceptionally lucky. Yet his goodfortune has been far exceeded by that of numerous adventurous spirits inColorado, within the last twelve months. Some measure of prosperitygenerally awaits the patient and energetic worker, and seldom comes tothose who idly wait for something to turn up. 

NEW YORK, Oct. 1, 1879. 

THE YOUNG MINER;

OR, TOM NELSON IN CALIFORNIA. 

CHAPTER I. 

THE GOLD-SEEKERS. 

A dozen men, provided with rockers, were busily engaged in gathering andwashing dirt, mingled with gold-dust, on the banks of a small stream inCalifornia. It was in the early days, and this party was but one ofhundreds who were scattered over the new Eldorado, seeking for theshining metal which throughout the civilized world exercises a swaypotent and irresistible. 

I have said there were a dozen men, but this is a mistake. One of theparty was a well-grown boy of sixteen, with a good-humored and evenhandsome face. He was something more than good-humored, however. Therewas an expression on his face which spoke of strength and resolutionand patient endurance. The readers of "The Young Adventurer" will atonce recognize in our young hero Tom Nelson, the oldest son of a poorNew England farmer, who, finding no prospects at home, had joined thetide of emigrants pouring from all parts of the country to the land ofwhich so many marvelous stories were told. Tom had come to work; andthough he doubtless shared to some extent the extravagant anticipationsof the great body of Eastern visitors who hoped to make a fortune in ayear, he did not expect to succeed without hard toil. 

His companions belonged to the same party with whom he had crossed theplains, under the leadership of Phineas Fletcher, a broad-shoulderedIllinois farmer, who had his family with him. Next to Tom was DonaldFerguson, a grave Scotchman, and Tom's special friend; a man ofexcellent principles, thoroughly reliable, and held in high respect byall though not possessed of popular manners. On the other side wasLawrence Peabody, a young Boston clerk, who had spent several yearsbehind a dry-goods counter. He was soft and effeminate, with no talentfor "roughing it, " and wholly unfitted for the hard work which he hadundertaken. He was deeply disappointed in his first work atgold-hunting, having come out with the vague idea that he should pick upa big nugget within a short time that would make his fortune and enablehim to go home a rich man. The practical side of gold-seeking--thiswashing particles of dust from the dirt of the river-bed--was in thehighest degree unsatisfactory and discouraging. He was not a bad fellow;and his companions, though they laughed at him, were well disposedtowards him. 

Among the rest, mention may be made of John Miles, Henry Scott, andChapman, owner of a refractory donkey named after King Solomon. 

Not far away from the river were the tents occupied by the miners. Therewas but one house, roughly built of logs. This was occupied by CaptainFletcher and his family. He had not had the trouble of building it, buthad found it ready for occupation, having been constructed by aprevious party who had wandered farther down the river in search ofricher washings. In fact, it was this building which had decided ourparty to remain. 

"There isn't much difference in places, " said Fletcher. "We may as wellstay here. "

"Then why was it deserted?" suggested John Miles, dubiously. "That'srather against it, isn't it, captain?"

"Not necessarily, Miles. You've been on berrying parties, haven't you, when at home?"

"Many a time. "

"You've noticed that many of the pickers leave good places, just fromlove of novelty, and wander about the field, often faring worse than ifthey remained where they were?"

"That's so, captain. "

"Then let us give this place a try. We'll make more working steady in amedium place than wandering here, there, and everywhere. "

So the whole party agreed to "give the place a try. "

There had been no brilliant success as yet, but fair luck. In six daysTom had washed out twenty-five dollars' worth of gold-dust, in spite ofawkwardness and inexperience. Others had done better, but poor LawrencePeabody had barely five dollars' worth to show. It must be said, however, that he had not averaged more than two or three hours of reallabor in every twenty-four. He spent the rest of the time in wanderingabout aimlessly, or sitting down and watching the labors of hiscompanions, while he enlivened them by pathetic lamentations over hisunfortunate position, so far away from Boston and the refininginfluences of civilization. 

A little transcript of a conversation between Tom and himself will throwlight upon the characters of both. 

"This is beastly work, " sighed Peabody, resting from his by no meansarduous labors, and looking over to Tom. "I tell you, it isn't fit for agentleman. "

"It is rather hard to keep one's hands clean, Mr. Peabody, " said Tom;"but you mustn't think of the present. Think of the time when you willgo home, your pockets full of gold. "

"I don't see any prospect of it, Tom, " sighed Peabody. "Here I've beenhard at work for a week, and I haven't got over five dollars' worth ofdust. "

"I have five times as much, " said Tom. 

"Some people are lucky, " said Peabody. 

"You haven't worked like Tom, " said the Scotchman, plainly. "You haven'taveraged over two hours a day, while Tom has worked eight or ten. "

"I have worked till my back was like to break, " said the young man fromBoston. "I am not accustomed to manual labor, Mr. Ferguson. My friendTom has worked on a farm, while I have been engaged in mercantilepursuits. Oh, why did I leave Boston!"

"I am sure I can't guess, " said Ferguson, dryly. 

"I never expected anything like _this_. "

"What did you expect, if I may be so bold as to inquire?"

"I thought I should find the gold in big nuggets worth thousands ofdollars apiece. I was always reading in the papers about finding them. Ithink it's a great shame to deceive people by such stories. I don'tbelieve there are any nuggets. "

"Oh, yes, there are; but they are few and far between, " said Fletcher. "A neighbor of mine found one worth three thousand dollars. Altogetherhe brought home five thousand dollars, and invested it in a farm andsaw-mill. He is doing a good business. When he came to California he hadnothing. "

"That is what I should like, Captain Fletcher, " said Tom. "If I couldonly manage to carry home five thousand dollars, I could make my fathercomfortable for life. "

"I shouldn't be satisfied with five thousand dollars, " said Peabody, whose ideas were lofty. 

"How much would satisfy you?"

"About fifty thousand, " said the young Bostonian, his face lighting upat the thought of so large a sum. 

"And what would you do with it, if I may make so bold?" asked Ferguson. 

"I would buy a nice house at the South End, furnish it handsomely, andlive in style. "

"I suppose you would marry?" suggested Tom, smiling. 

"I probably should, " answered Peabody, gravely. 

"Perhaps you have the lady already selected. "

"I have. "

"Who is she?" asked John Mills. "Come, now, Peabody, don't be bashful. "

"It is the daughter of a Boston merchant. "

"Does the lady love you?"

"We understand each other, " answered Peabody, loftily. "She would marryme, poor as I am, but for her purse-proud, mercenary sire. It will be ahappy day when, with my pockets full of gold, I enter his presence andclaim his daughter's hand. "

"I wish you success, Mr. Peabody, " said Tom. "I hope you have norivals. "

"Yes, there is one. "

"Are you not afraid of him?"

"Oh, no; he is a fellow of no style, " said Peabody, drawing up hisslender form, and looking as stylish as a very dirty shirt, muddy boots, and a soiled suit would allow. 

"I think I shall wait awhile before getting married, " said Tom. "I amafraid I wouldn't stand any chance with an heiress, Mr. Peabody. Do youthink I can ever be stylish?"

The Bostonian understood Tom to be in earnest, and told him he thoughtin time, under proper training, he might become fairly stylish. 

The conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a bell from thelog-house. Mrs. Fletcher, by an arrangement with the party, preparedtheir meals, and thus they fared better than most of the early pioneers. Their labor gave them a good appetite, and they were more solicitousabout quantity than quality. Slow as he was at his work, there was noone who exhibited greater alacrity at meal-times, than Lawrence Peabody. At such times he was even cheerful. 

CHAPTER II. 

MISSOURI JACK. 

At the end of a month the settlement had considerably increased. A largeparty from Missouri went to work farther up stream, and a few strayemigrants also added themselves to the miners at River Bend, for thiswas the name selected by Captain Fletcher for the location. The newarrivals were a rougher and more disorderly class than Fletcher and hiscompanions. Already there was a saloon, devoted to the double purpose ofgambling and drinking; and the proprietor, Missouri Jack (no one knewhis last name), was doing a thriving business. Indeed his incomeconsiderably exceeded that of any one in the settlement. 

Neither Tom nor any of his party contributed much to Missouri Jack'sprofits. In consequence, they had to bear the ill-will and sometimesopen abuse of Jack and his friends. 

"Come in and take a drink, stranger, " called out Jack, the day after theopening of the saloon, to Captain Fletcher. 

"No, thank you. "

"It shan't cost you a cent. "

"It would cost me my health, " returned Fletcher. 

"Do you mean to say I sell bad whiskey?" demanded Jack, angrily, emphasizing the inquiry by an oath. 

"I don't know anything about it. "

"Then what _do_ you mean?"

"I mean that all whiskey is bad for the health, " replied Fletcher. 

"Oh, you're a temperance sneak!" exclaimed Missouri Jack, contemptuously. 

"I am a temperance man; you may leave out the other word, " calmlyanswered Fletcher. 

"You're not a man!" exploded Jack. "A man that's afraid of whiskey isa--a--isn't half a man. He isn't fit to be a woman. "

"Have it as you like, " said Fletcher, unruffled. "I shall not drink toplease any man. I had a younger brother--a bright, promising young manpoor Ben was--who drank himself to death. He'd have been alive now butfor whiskey. "

"Oh, dry up your pious talk! You make me sick!" exclaimed Missouri Jackin deep disgust. 

Next he accosted John Miles, who curtly declined and received in returna volley of abuse. Now Miles was a powerful man, and not possessed ofFletcher's self-control. He paused, and surveyed Jack with a menacinglook. 

"Look here, stranger, " he said, sharply, "just have a care how you usethat tongue of yours. This is a free country, and if I choose to declineyour whiskey, there's no law against it that I know of. "

"You're a white-livered sneak!"

Missouri Jack did not proceed with his remarks, for John Miles, seizinghim by the shoulder, tripped him up, and strode away, leaving himprostrate, and pouring out a volley of curses. Being a bully, andcowardly as most bullies are, he did not pursue his broad-shoulderedenemy, but vowed vengeance whenever a good opportunity came. 

In fact, the only one of the original miners who accepted Jack'sinvitation was Lawrence Peabody. 

"Step in, stranger, and have a drink!" said Jack, a little dubiously, having met with such poor luck heretofore. 

The young Bostonian paused. He was not a drinker at home, but in hisdiscontent and disappointment he was tempted. 

"My dear sir, you are very polite, " he said. 

"I hope you ain't one of them temperance sneaks, " said Jack, his browclouding in anticipation of a refusal. 

"I assure you I am not, " Peabody hastened to say. "I have participatedin convivial scenes more than once in Boston. "

"I don't understand college talk, " said Jack; "but if you want a glassof prime whiskey, just say the word. "

"I don't care if I do, " said Peabody, following his new friend into thesaloon. 

The draught of prime whiskey scorched his throat as he swallowed itdown, but it was followed by a sense of exhilaration, and Peabody'stongue was loosened. 

"You're a gentleman!" said Missouri Jack. "You ain't like them fellowsyou're with. They're sneaks. "

"Really, you compliment me, Mr. --, what may I call your name?"

"Missouri Jack--that's the peg I hang on to. "

"My dear Mr. Jack, I am glad to know you. You are really quite anaccession to our settlement. "

"Well, if I ain't, my saloon is. How you've managed to live so longwithout liquor beats me. Why, it ain't civilized. "

"It _was_ pretty dull, " admitted Peabody. 

"No life, no amusement; for all the world like a parcel of Methodists. What luck have you met with, stranger?"

"Beastly luck!" answered Peabody. "I tell you, Mr. Jack, California's afraud. Many a time I've regretted leaving Boston, where I lived instyle, and moved in the first circles, for such a place as this. Positively, Mr. Jack, I feel like a tramp, and I'm afraid I look likeone. If my fashionable friends could see me now, they wouldn't know me. "

"I ain't got no fashionable friends, and I don't want any, " growledMissouri Jack, spitting on the floor. "What I want is, to meetgentlemen that ain't afraid to drink like gentlemen. I say, stranger, you'd better leave them Methodist fellers, and join our gang. "

"Thank you, Mr. Jack, you're very kind, and I'll think of it, " saidPeabody, diplomatically. Though a little exhilarated, he was not quiteblind to the character of the man with whom he was fraternizing, and hadtoo much real refinement to enjoy his coarseness. 

"Have another drink!"

"Thank you. "

Peabody drank again, this time with a friend of Jack's, a man of his ownstripe, who straggled into the saloon. 

"Do you play euchre?" asked Jack, producing a dirty pack of cards. 

"I know little of it, " said Peabody; "but I'll try a game. "

"Then you and me and Bill here will have a game. "

"All right, " said Peabody, glad to while away the time. 

"What'll you put up on your game, stranger?" asked Bill. 

"You don't mean to play for money, do you?" asked Peabody, a littlestartled. 

"Sartain I do. What's the good of playin' for nothing?"

So the young Bostonian, out of his modest pile was tempted to stake anounce of gold-dust. Though his head was hardly in a condition to followthe game intelligently, he won, or at least Bill and Jack told him hehad, and for the first time Lawrence felt the rapture of the successfulgambler, as he gathered in his winnings. 

"He plays a steep game, Bill, " said Jack. 

"Tip-top--A No. 1. "

"I believe I do play a pretty good game, " said the flattered Peabody. "My friends in Boston used to say so. "

"You're hard to beat, and no mistake, " said Bill. "Try another game. "

"I'm ready, gentlemen, " said Peabody, with alacrity. 

"It's a great deal easier earning money this way, " he reflected, regarding complacently the two ounces of dust which represented hiswinnings, "than washing dirt out of the river. " And the poor dupecongratulated himself that a new way of securing the favors of fortunehad been opened to him. 

The reader will easily guess that Lawrence Peabody did not win the nextgame, nor will he be surprised to hear that when he left the saloon hispockets were empty. 

"Better luck next time, stranger, " said Jack, carelessly. "Take a drinkbefore you go?"

Peabody accepted the invitation, and soon after staggered into the tentoccupied by Tom and his friend Ferguson. 

"What's the matter, Mr. Peabody?" asked Tom. "Are you sick?"

"Yes, " answered Peabody, sinking to the floor. "Something's the matterwith my head. I don't feel well. "

"Have you been to the saloon, Mr. Peabody?" asked Ferguson. 

"Yes, " answered the Bostonian. 

"And while there you drank some of their vile whiskey, didn't you?"

"I'm a free man, Mr. Ferguson. If I choose to drink, what--what businessis it--yours?"

"None, except as a friend I advise you not to go there again. "

Further inquiries elicited the facts about the gambling, and Fergusonand Tom seriously remonstrated with Peabody, who, however, insisted thatMr. Jack, as he called him, was a hospitable gentleman. 

The dust which Peabody had lost should have been paid to Capt. Fletcher, as his share of the expenses that same evening. Of course this was nowimpossible. Fletcher warned him that any subsequent failure from thesame cause would be followed by an exclusion from his table. 

CHAPTER III. 

HOW TOM GOT ON. 

About this time Tom took account of stock. He had come out to Californiawith the noble and praiseworthy purpose of earning money to help hisfather pay off the mortgage on his little farm. He was the more anxiousto succeed, because two hundred dollars of the amount had been raised todefray his expenses across the continent. The mortgage, amounting now totwenty-two hundred dollars, was held by Squire Hudson, a wealthyresident of the same town, who hoped eventually to find an excuse forfore-closing the mortgage, and ejecting Mr. Nelson's family. He wasactuated not alone by mercenary motives, but also to gratify an ancientgrudge. In early life Mrs. Nelson, Tom's mother, had rejected the suitof the wealthy squire, and this insult, as he chose to characterize it, he had never forgotten or forgiven. 

Had Tom been aware of the Squire's feelings, towards his family, henever would have been willing to have the mortgage increased for hissake, much as he wished to go to California. But neither Tom nor hisfather dreamed of Squire Hudson's secret animosity, and regarded hiswillingness to advance the extra two hundred dollars as an evidence offriendship. 

But I have said that Tom took account of stock--in other words, ascertained how much he was worth. First, then, of the money borrowedfor his trip--the original two hundred dollars--he had twenty-fivedollars left over. Besides this sum, after paying all expenses, he hadaccumulated, by hard work and strict economy, fifty dollars' worth ofgold-dust. 

"I wish father had this money, " said Tom to his tent-mate, Ferguson. "Iam afraid he stands in need of it. "

"There may be a way to send it to him, Tom. "

"I wish there were. "

"There's one of our party going to San Francisco next week. He can buya draft there, and send it to your father. "

"Who is going?" asked Tom, eagerly. 

"John Miles. You can trust him with the money, Tom. "

"Of course I can. I'd trust John Miles with any sum. "

"Who's that taking liberties with my name?" asked a manly voice, andJohn Miles himself stepped into the tent, bending his head as heentered. 

"I hear you are going to San Francisco, John?"

"Yes, I start next week. "

"Will you come back again?"

"I intend to. I am going to prospect a little, and buy some things formyself and Captain Fletcher. "

"Will you do me a favor?"

"Of course I will, if it isn't too large a one, " answered Miles. 

Tom explained what he wished, and John Miles cordially assented. 

"You're a good boy, Tom, " he said, "to think of your father so soon. "

"I feel anxious about him, " said Tom. "He raised money to send me outhere, and I don't want him to suffer for it. "

"That's the right way to feel, Tom. I wish I had a father and mother tolook out for, " said Miles, soberly, "but you're in better luck than I. Both died when I was a mere lad. How much do you want to send?"

"Seventy-five dollars. "

"Have you saved up so much already?" asked Miles, in surprise. 

"Part of it I had left over when I got here. "

"Will you have any left?"

"No. "

"Isn't it well to reserve a little, then?"

"Oh, I shall have some more soon, " answered Tom, sanguine, as most boysare. 

"Suppose you are sick?"

"If he is sick he shall suffer for nothing, " said the Scotchman. "WhileI have money, Tom shall not feel the want of it. "

"Thank you, Mr. Ferguson, " said Tom, gratefully. 

"That old fellow has a heart, after all, " thought Miles, who had beendisposed to look upon Ferguson ever since their first acquaintance, asrather miserly. 

The Scotchman was certainly frugal, and counted his pennies carefully, but he was not mean, and had conceived a strong affection for his youngcompanion, whom he regarded much as a son or a nephew. 

"Suppose you take the money now, John, " said Tom. 

"Shall I scribble a receipt, Tom? I am afraid my writing materials havegiven out. "

"I don't want any receipt, " said Tom; "I'll trust you without one. "

"Nevertheless, lad, " said the cautious Scotchman, "it may be well--"

"Yes, Tom, Mr. Ferguson is right. Of course I know that you trust me;but if anything should happen to me, --any accident, I mean, --the papermay be useful to you. "

"Just as you like, Mr. Miles, but I don't ask it, remember that. "

"Yes, I will remember it, and I don't mean to meet with any accident ifI can help it. Mr. Ferguson, can you oblige me with a pipeful oftobacco? I'll join you in smoking. "

Smoking was the Scotchman's solitary extravagance, not a costly one, however, as he never smoked cigars, but indulged only in a democraticclay pipe. 

John Miles threw himself on the ground between Tom and his Scotchfriend, and watched complacently the wreaths of smoke as they curledupwards. 

"Tom, you ought to smoke, " he said. "You don't know how much enjoymentyou lose. "

"Don't tempt the lad, " said Ferguson. "It's a bad habit. "

"You smoke yourself. "

"That is true, but it isn't well for a growing boy. It can do him nogood. "

"I smoked before I was as old as Tom. "

"So did I, but I wish I had not. "

"Well, perhaps you're right, but it's a comfort when a man's tired orout of spirits. "

"I am not troubled in that way, " said Tom. "I mean with being out ofspirits. "

"Youth is a hopeful age, " said the Scotchman. "When we are young we arealways hoping for something good to befall us. "

"And when one is older, how is it, Mr. Ferguson?"

"We fear ill more than we hope for good, " he replied. 

"Then I want to remain young as long as I can. "

"A good wish, Tom. Some men are always young in spirit; but those thathave seen the evil there is in the world find it harder to be hopeful. "

"You speak as if you had had experience of the evil, Mr. Ferguson. "

"So I have, " answered the Scotchman slowly. Then, after a pause, "I willtell you about it: it's no secret. "

"Not if it is going to pain you. "

"Oh, the pain is past. It's only a matter of money, and those woundsheal. "

"Only a matter of money!" said John Miles to himself. "I must havemisjudged Ferguson. I thought money was all in all with him. I did notthink he would speak so lightly of it. "

"When I was a young man, " Ferguson began, "my father died, leaving me athousand pounds, and a small annuity to my mother. With this money Ifelt rich, but I knew it would not support me, nor was I minded to beidle. So I began to look about me, to consider what business I had bestgo into, when a young man, about my own age, a clerk in a mercantilehouse, came to me and proposed a partnership. He was to put in fivehundred pounds, and contribute his knowledge of business, which wasgreater than mine. He was a young man of good parts, and had a brisk, pleasant way with him, that made him a favorite in business circles. Ithought it was a good chance, and, after taking a little time forthought, agreed to his proposal. So the firm of McIntire and Fergusonwas formed. We went into business, and for a time all seemed to gowell. As my partner chose to keep the books, I was not so clear as Iwished to be about matters, but we seemed to be prospering. One morning, however, on coming to business, I found that my partner had disappeared, after possessing himself of all the money he could collect on the creditof the firm. Of course we were bankrupts, or rather I was, for he leftme to bear the brunt of failure. "

"Have you ever seen him since, Mr. Ferguson?"

"From that day to this--twenty years--I have never set eyes on SandyMcIntire. "

"It was a mean trick to serve you, Ferguson, " said Miles. 

"Yes, " said the Scotchman, soberly. "I minded the loss of money, but theloss of confidence was a sore thought too, after all the trust I had putin that man. "

Presently Miles rose to go. 

"I'll take care of your money, Tom, " he said, "and do my best to get itsafely to your father. "

"Thank you, John. "

As Miles left the tent, he did not observe a crouching figure on theother side of it. It was the figure of Bill Crane, a crony of MissouriJack, in fact, the man who helped him to fleece poor Peabody of hisscanty hoard. 

Bill looked after Miles enviously. 

"I wonder how much money he's got?" thought Bill. "I'd like some of it, for I'm bust. I must tell Jack. I don't dare to tackle him alone. "

CHAPTER IV. 

A FOILED ROBBER. 

In the grand rush to the newly discovered gold-fields all classes wererepresented. There were men of education, representatives of all thelearned professions, men versed in business, and along with themadventurers and men of doubtful antecedents, graduates of prisons andpenitentiaries. Bill Crane, introduced in the last chapter, belonged tothe latter undesirable class. He had served a term at Sing-Sing as ahousebreaker, and later another term in a Western penitentiary. He hadcome to California with a prejudice against honest labor, and adetermination to make a living by the use of the peculiar talents onwhich he had hitherto relied. He had spent a week at River Bend, chieflyat the saloon of Missouri Jack, whom he found a congenial spirit, andhad picked up a little money from flats like the young Bostonian; but, on the whole, he had found it an unprofitable field for the exercise ofhis special talents. 

"I must make a raise somehow, " he bethought himself, "and then I'll maketracks for some other settlement. "

Precisely how to raise the fund of which he stood in need was difficultto decide. Moneyed men were not plenty at River Bend. Captain Fletcherand his party had been at work but a short time, and were not likely tohave collected much. 

As we know, Bill Crane overheard a part of the closing conversationbetween Tom and John Miles. From this he learned that Miles, besides hisown money, would be in charge of seventy-five dollars belonging to ouryoung hero. It was not much, but it was something. 

"If the whole doesn't come to over two hundred dollars, I can make itdo, " thought Crane. "It will get me out of this beastly hole, and carryme to San Francisco. "

John Miles slept by himself under a small tent at the northern end ofthe small encampment. He looked like a man who ate well and slept well, and this would be favorable to Bill Crane, who proposed to effect therobbery in the night. He had half a mind to secure the aid of MissouriJack, but then Jack would expect to go shares in the "plunder, " andthere was likely to be little enough for one. So Bill decided to makethe attempt alone. 

In a small camp like that at River Bend, the movements and plans of eachindividual were generally known. So it was generally understood thatJohn Miles intended to start on Thursday for the city. 

The previous evening he spent with Tom and Ferguson, with whom he wasmore intimate than any others of the party. He would not have been drawnto the Scotchman, but for his being Tom's room-mate. Through him he cameto appreciate and respect the Scot's sterling virtues, and to overlookhis dry, phlegmatic manner. 

"I hope you'll have good luck, Mr. Miles, " said Tom. 

"Thank you, my boy. "

"I would join with my young friend Tom, " said Ferguson, "if I were quiteclear in my mind whether good luck is the right term to use. "

"Don't you think some men are luckier than others, Mr. Ferguson?" askedTom. 

"Some men are more successful, doubtless; but what we call good luck, generally comes from greater industry, good judgment, and, above all, the prompt use of opportunities. "

"There is something in that, " said Miles; "but when two men work side byside with equal industry, and one finds a nugget worth thousands ofdollars, while the other plods along at a few dollars a day, isn't theresome luck there?"

"It may be so, " said the Scotchman, cautiously, "but such cases areexceptional. "

"So one boy is born to an inheritance of wealth and another to aninheritance of hard work. Isn't there any luck there?"

"The luck may be on the side of the poor boy, " was the reply. "He isfurther removed from temptation. "

John Miles laughed. 

"Well, at any rate, it seems you believe in luck after all. I am sureyou both wish me to be prosperous, whether you call it luck or by someother name. Tom, if I meet with any good opening that I think will suityou, I shall write you. You don't want to stay here, particularly?"

"No; the place is not so pleasant since these new people have come here. Missouri Jack isn't a neighbor that I like. "

"He is exerting a bad influence, " said Ferguson. "I am afraid Peabodyvisits him too often for his own good. "

"He ought to have stayed in Boston, " said Miles. "He is not the man forsuch a life as ours. He is too delicate to work, or thinks he is, and Isee no other reliable road to success. "

"I saw Peabody reeling out of the saloon this afternoon, " said Tom. "Iasked him if he considered it was 'high-toned' to drink in a saloon, asthat is the word he is always using, but he said it didn't make muchdifference out here, where he wasn't known. "

"Peabody isn't overstocked with brains, though he does come fromBoston, " said Miles. 

Ten o'clock came, and Miles rose to go. 

"I must have a good night's rest, " he said, "for to-morrow night mustsee me many miles on my road. Tom, I will attend to that commission ofyours just as soon as I have the opportunity. "

"Thank you, Mr. Miles. "

John Miles walked slowly toward his tent. Arrived there, he threwhimself down on his rude couch, and in less than fifteen minutes, he wassound asleep. He had done his usual day's work, and made somepreparations for his journey besides, and these made slumber sweet andrefreshing. 

Before settling himself for the night, however, Miles carefullydeposited a bag of gold-dust under his head, wrapped up in an extra pairof pantaloons. Had he known that Bill Crane had formed a plan to rob himthat very night, he would have taken extra precautions, but he was notinclined to be suspicious, or to anticipate danger. 

Perhaps an hour later, Tom, who found himself unusually restless, got upfrom his hard couch, leaving Ferguson fast asleep, and went out intothe air, thinking that a walk would do him good and dispose him tosleep. The night was dark, but not wholly so. There was no moon, but afew stars were shining; and as his eyes became accustomed to the faintlight, he could easily distinguish objects at the distance of a fewrods. 

Tom's thoughts reverted to his humble home, more than three thousandmiles away. Probably the fact that he had committed to John Miles a sumof money to send to his father, had turned his thoughts in thatdirection. 

"Father will be glad to get the seventy-five dollars, " thought Tom, "andI am sure he will need it. I wish it could get there more quickly, butit is a long way off. "

Tom was not homesick, and was far from wishing himself back, with hisobject in coming yet unaccomplished, but it did occur to him, that hewould like to see his father and mother, and brothers and sisters, ifonly for a few minutes. 

When he came out he had no particular direction in mind in which hewished to walk, but chance directed his steps toward the tent of hisfriend, John Miles. 

When he came near it, his attention was arrested by the sight of acrouching figure which appeared to be entering the tent. His firstthought was, that Miles, like himself, had got up from his couch and wasjust returning. He was on the point of calling out "John, " when a suddendoubt and suspicion silenced him. --"Might not it be a robber?"

Tom was determined to find out. He crept nearer, so that he could have aclearer view of the figure. 

"It's Bill Crane!" he said to himself, with sudden recognition. "What'she up to?"

Tom could guess. He didn't know the man's antecedents, but he had readhis character aright. He was instantly on the alert. Crane evidently wason a thief's errand, and was likely to steal not only Miles's money butTom's. Our hero was alive to the emergency, and resolved to foil him. Hehad his revolver with him; for in the unsettled state of society, withno one to enforce the laws, and indeed no laws to enforce, it was thecustom for all men to go armed. 

Tom was not long left in doubt as to Crane's intentions. He saw himcautiously pulling at something in the tent, and felt sure that it wasthe bag of treasure. He decided that the time had come to act. 

"Put that back, " he exclaimed in boyish, but clear, commanding tone. 

Bill Crane turned suddenly, panic-stricken. 

He saw Tom standing a few feet from him, with a revolver in his hand. 

All was not lost. He might, he thought, intimidate the boy. 

"Mind your business, you young cub, " he growled. 

"What are you about?" demanded Tom. 

"I am going to sleep with Miles. He invited me. Does that satisfy you?"

"No, it doesn't, for I know that it's a lie. You are here to rob him. "

"You'd better not insult me, boy, or I'll have your life. "

"Get up this instant and leave the tent, or I'll fire, " said Tom, resolutely. 

"A young cub like you can't frighten me. That shooting-iron of yoursisn't loaded, " said Bill Crane, rather uneasily. 

"It'll be rather a bad thing for you to take the risk, " said Tom, with acoolness that surprised himself, for the situation was a strange one fora boy brought up in a quiet New England farming town. 

"What do you want of me?" growled the desperado, uncomfortably, for hewas satisfied that the weapon was loaded, and Tom looked as if he wouldshoot. 

"I want you to leave that tent at once, " said Tom. 

"Suppose I don't. "

"Then I shall fire at you. "

"And be hung for attempted murder. "

"I think I could explain it, " said our hero. "You know very well whatwill happen to you if you are caught. "

Bill Crane did know. Hanging was the penalty for theft in the earlydays of California, and he had no desire to swing from the branch of atree. 

"You're a young fool!" he said roughly, as he rose from his stoopingposture. "I wanted to ask Miles to do a little commission for me inFrisco. I had no thought of robbing him. "

"You can see him in the morning about it, " said Tom, resolutely. 

"I'll be even with you for this, " said the foiled thief, as he sullenlyobeyed the boy, half-ashamed to do so. 

Tom went back to his tent, aroused Ferguson, and the two took turns inguarding the tent of Miles during the night. Tom did not wish to awakenhim, for he needed rest on the eve of a long and fatiguing journey. 

CHAPTER V. 

MILES SETS OUT ON HIS JOURNEY. 

"When Miles woke up in the morning he found Tom beside him. 

"Hallo, Tom!" he said, in some surprise. "This is an early call. "

"I have been here half the night, " said Tom, quietly. 

"How is that?"

"I was afraid you would be robbed. "

"Did you have any particular reason for fearing it?" asked Miles, quickly. 

Thereupon Tom described his chance visit of the evening before, and whathe saw. As might have been expected, John Miles was indignant. 

"The miserable sneak! I'd like to wring his neck, " he exclaimed. "Didyou say he had his hand upon the bag of gold-dust, Tom?"

"Yes; I distinctly saw him attempting to draw it out from under yourhead. "

"If the boys knew of this, Crane's fate would be sealed. A thief in amining camp has a short shrift. "

"You mean he would be hung?" asked Tom, in surprise. 

"Yes, he would grace a limb of yonder tree, and I am not sure but itwould be the best way to dispose of him. "

Tom shuddered. 

"It would be a terrible fate, " he said. "I should like to see himpunished, but I don't want him hanged. "

"Then you will have to keep your mouth shut. Once let the boys get holdof what happened, and nothing will save him. "

"Then I shall keep it to myself. "

"I will see Crane, and let him understand that I am aware of the attempthe made, " said Miles. 

After breakfast he came upon Crane within a few rods of Missouri Jack'ssaloon. 

"Look here, Bill Crane, " said Miles, "I've got something to say to you. "

"What is it?" returned Crane, sullenly, looking ill at ease. 

"I understand you favored me with a visit, last night. "

"Who told you so?"

"Tom Nelson. "

"The young cub had better mind his own business, " growled Crane, in amenacing tone. 

"He did me a service in preventing your intended theft. "

"If he says I meant to rob you, he lies!"

"Nevertheless, if he should make public what he saw, the boys would belikely to believe him rather than you, " said Miles, significantly. 

"Is he going to tell?" asked Crane, nervously. 

"He has told me, but is not likely to speak of it to others, beingunwilling that you should suffer the punishment you deserve. "

"He is very kind, " sneered Bill Crane, but he felt very much relieved. 

"You probably owe your life to his kindness, " said Miles, quietly. "Hetells me you wish me to do something for you in Frisco. "

"I've changed my mind, " said Crane, abruptly; "I may go there myself, soon. "

Miles smiled. 

"I thought it might be something urgent, " he said, "since it led you tocome to my tent at midnight. "

"I thought you would be starting away early this morning. "

"Well thought of, Bill Crane; but it is only fair to tell you that Idon't believe a word you say. I have one thing to say to you before Igo, and you had better bear it in mind. If you harm a hair of TomNelson's head, and I believe you quite capable of it, I will never resttill I have found you out and punished you for it. "

"I am not afraid of you, John Miles, " retorted Crane, but he lookeduncomfortable. 

"You will have cause to be, if you injure Tom. "

Miles walked off, leaving behind him a bitter enemy. 

"I _hate_ him--him and the boy too!" muttered Bill Crane. "If I dared, Iwould put my mark on him before he leaves the camp. "

But Crane did not dare. He knew that he was in a very critical position. His safety depended on the silence of two persons--one of whom wouldsoon be gone. He was not aware that Ferguson also knew of his attemptedcrime, or the danger would have seemed greater. However much he thirstedfor vengeance, it would not do to gratify it now. He must bide his time. 

Bill Crane was cunning as well as malignant. He decided to quiet Tom'ssuspicions if he could, and ensure his continued silence, by anaffectation of friendliness. He waited till he saw our hero washing dustbeyond earshot of any listeners, and strolled up to him. 

"How are you getting on, Tom?" he asked, with an appearance offriendliness. 

Tom looked up quickly. Considering all that had happened, he wassomewhat struck by Crane's effrontery. 

"Fairly well, " he answered coldly. 

"Shan't I relieve you a few minutes?" proposed Crane. 

"No, thank you. "

"It's pretty hard work, and don't pay as well as it might. I thinkCalifornia's a humbug, for my part. "

"Have you tried washing for gold?" asked Tom. "I haven't seen you atwork. "

"Not here. I've tried it elsewhere, but it's slow. "

"Then, why do you stay here?" asked Tom, naturally. 

Crane shrugged his shoulders. 

"Because I haven't money to get away, " he said. "I'm waiting forsomething to turn up. If I could only get to Frisco, I would go intosome business. I would like to have gone with Miles. "

"Was that what you were going to propose to him, last night?" asked Tom, dryly. 

"Yes, I wanted to speak to him on that subject. I had a great mind toask him to lend me a little money, and take me along with him. I wouldhave arranged to pay him soon after we reached Frisco. "

Tom knew that the fellow was lying, and remained silent. 

"You made a little mistake about my intentions, " continued Bill Crane, smoothly, "but perhaps it was natural under the circumstances. "

Tom thought it was, but still preserved silence, much to Crane'sdiscomfiture. 

Bill Crane eyed him sharply, and saw his incredulity, but for that hecared little, if only he could secure his silence. 

"I think you will see that it isn't fair to me to speak of this matter, "he continued. 

"I had made up my mind not to speak of it, " said Tom. "I don't want toget you into trouble. "

"Good-morning, Mr. Crane, " said Lawrence Peabody, who had just come up. 

"Good-morning, Peabody. I was watching our friend Tom. How are yougetting on?"

"I haven't done anything yet to-day. It's dirty work. I don't thinkit's fit for a gentleman; Tom, there, is used to work, and he don'tmind. "

"Shall we go round to Jack's?"

"All right!"

And the two walked away together. 

"I am sorry Peabody doesn't keep better company, " Tom said to himself. "Bill Crane won't do him any good. "

CHAPTER VI. 

ROBBED IN HIS SLEEP. 

Tom was right in concluding that Bill Crane's influence over Peabody wasanything but good. The young Bostonian, however, was not long subjectedto it. During the night following John Miles's departure, the littlesettlement at River Bend was called upon to deplore the loss of aneminent member. 

In brief, somewhere between midnight and dawn Mr. William Crane took hisdeparture, without the ceremony of leave-taking. Had he gone alone noone perhaps would have felt any violent sorrow, but he took with him ahorse belonging to Adam Dietrich, an industrious young German, who hadonly recently arrived. No one had seen the two go together, but it wasonly natural to suppose that Crane had spirited away the horse. 

Dietrich borrowed a horse, and, accompanied by a friend, set out insearch of the thief, but returned at night unsuccessful. Had it been wetweather, it might have been possible to track the fugitive; but it wasvery dry, and the trail was soon lost. It was almost impossible to tellwhat direction Crane would choose, and continued pursuit would not pay, so Adam sadly returned to his work. 

Little doubt was entertained among the miners that Crane was responsiblefor the loss of the horse. Had he been caught, there would have beensmall chance for him, so generally was he pronounced guilty. A few ofhis companions, especially Missouri Jack, defended him. 

"Bill Crane wouldn't steal a horse any more than I would, " said Jack;and there were those who agreed with him without acquitting Bill. "Billain't no saint, but he ain't a thief. "

Whether Jack believed what he said, admits of a doubt. Crane needed adifferent advocate to clear him from suspicion. 

It may as well be stated that Crane did steal the horse. He had adecided objection to walking as long as he could ride, and, having noanimal of his own, annexed the property of his neighbor. 

He had two motives which influenced him to leave the settlement. First, he was in Tom's power, and he was by no means certain that our herowould keep silence touching his night-attempt at robbery. In the secondplace, he still coveted the bag of gold-dust which John Miles carriedaway with him. He had been prevented from taking it; but, as Miles wastravelling alone, he foresaw a better chance of success if he shouldfollow on his track. 

How or under what circumstances he should make the new attempt he leftto be decided later. The first thing, obviously, was to overtake him. 

Crane experienced the same difficulty in tracking Miles that had led tothe failure of his own pursuers. It was only on the fifth day, that, ashe halted his steed on the hillside, and cast long glances about him, hecaught sight, a mile away, of the object of his pursuit. He could notmistake the sturdy, broad-shouldered figure, and large, massive head. 

"That's Miles, sure enough!" he exclaimed, joyfully. "I thought I hadmissed him, but I'm in luck. That bag must be mine. "

The most direct course was to ride up in the fashion of a highwayman, and demand the bag. But Crane did not mean to proceed in this fashion. Physically, though not a weak man, he was not a match for Miles, and heknew it. Cunning must supply the place of strength. He knew that Mileswas a sound sleeper, and could think of no better plan than repeatingthe visit he had made in camp. It was already late in the afternoon whenhe caught sight of the sturdy miner. It was his policy now to keep himin sight, but not to approach near enough for recognition. Once seen, Miles would be on his guard, and the game would be spoiled. Cranehalted, therefore, and drew back within the shadow of the trees, henceforth advancing cautiously. 

John Miles did not once turn back. Had he done so, it is quite possiblethat he might have caught a glimpse of his pursuer. He had travelledsince morning, and his faithful horse was beginning to show signs offatigue. 

"You are tired, my poor Dick, " he said kindly, stroking the horse. "Youdeserve supper and rest, and you shall have it. "

Dick appeared to understand what his rider said, for he gave a shortneigh of satisfaction. 

John Miles looked around him. Just ahead was a large tree, under whosebroad branches it would be pleasant to recline. Not far away was aslender mountain-stream trickling over the rocks. Nothing could havebeen better. 

Miles slid from his horse and made preparations to encamp for the night, first leading his faithful steed to the stream, where he quenched histhirst. Then he brought out his slender stock of provisions and partookof supper. 

"It's pleasant to rest after a long day's ride, " soliloquized Miles. "Imust have made forty miles to-day. I could easily have gone farther, hadit been on the prairies at home, but these mountain-roads are hard uponman and beast. "

After supper Miles threw himself upon the ground, and his mind becamebusy with his plans and prospects. 

"I shall reach Frisco in three days, according to my calculations, " hereflected; "and then, first of all, I must attend to Tom's commission. That's a good boy, Tom. I wish he were here with me to-night. Why didn'tI urge him to come with me? He is not doing very well where he is, andthere are plenty of chances for a smart boy in the city. If I find anyopening for him, I will send for him. I don't know what gives me such aninterest in that boy, but I'd sooner do him a good turn than any man Iknow. I hope that thief Crane won't play any trick upon him. If he does, I swear I'll get even with him. "

John Miles little suspected that he himself stood in more peril from theman he denounced than our hero. Had he known that Bill Crane was lurkingin the vicinity, he would scarcely have courted slumber so fearlessly. 

Physical fatigue and the stillness of outward nature speedily broughton a feeling of drowsiness that was not long in bringing sleep. Twilighthad hardly given place to night when our traveller had become "to dumbforgetfulness a prey. "

This was what Bill Crane had been waiting for. He rightly calculatedthat Miles would soon be asleep. He inferred this from his own feelings. He, too, had travelled many miles, and felt drowsy; but, with the objecthe had in view near accomplishment, he was able to resist the promptingsof nature. 

Crane rode till he was but a few rods from Miles, then dismounted andtethered his horse. With stealthy step he approached the sleeper. Withsatisfaction he regarded the upturned face of the man whom, if waking, he would have feared, and noted his deep, regular breathing. 

"You wouldn't sleep so sound, John Miles, " he said to himself, "if youknew I was standing over you. How easily I could put a bullet into you!But then I wouldn't have the satisfaction of anticipating yourdisappointment when you wake up and find your treasure gone! No, youmay live. I have no use for your life, that is, if you don't wake up. Inthat case, I may have to kill you. "

The bag of gold-dust lay under the head of Miles. He knew of no betterplace for it, calculating that any attempt at removal would arouse him. So it might under ordinary circumstances, but unusual fatigue made himsleep like a log. Bill Crane kneeled down, and by delicate manipulationsucceeded in drawing the bag from beneath the sleeper's head. Lest theremoval of the pillow might awaken Miles, he replaced it by a coat, which he folded up so as to produce about the same elevation above theground. 

The transfer was made, without in the least interfering with theslumbers of the tired traveller. 

Bill Crane rose to his feet, triumphant. Not only was he possessed of asum of which he stood sorely in need, but he had the satisfaction ofoutwitting his adversary. Moreover, he had obtained Tom's money inaddition, and thus revenged himself upon the boy who had once thwartedhim. 

"Good-by, John Miles!" he said, lifting his hat mockingly. "Sorry toinconvenience you, but can't help it. A long sleep, and pleasantdreams!"

Thus speaking, he turned away, unconscious that he had been observed bya third party. 

CHAPTER VII. 

THE HEATHEN CHINEE. 

This third party belonged to that peculiar race immortalized by BretHarte. He was a heathen Chinee! His face was smooth and bland, and worean expression of childlike innocence which was well calculated todeceive. Ah Sin possessed the usual craft of his countrymen, andunderstood very well how to advance his worldly fortunes. He belonged tothe advance guard of immigrants from the Central Flowery Kingdom, andwith a companion, Ah Jim, was engaged in mining in the immediateneighborhood. His gains had not been great thus far, but then hisexpenses had amounted to little or nothing. He and his friend hadbrought two bags of rice from San Francisco, and they were wellsatisfied with this solitary article of diet. 

Ah Sin, from a distance, had seen John Miles encamp for the night, and, impelled by curiosity or a more questionable motive, had approached totake a view of the stranger. Before reaching him he caught sight of BillCrane, and his almond eyes straightway watched the movements of thatgentleman, while he himself kept sufficiently in the background toescape observation. 

When he saw Crane stealthily remove the bag from under the sleeper'shead, he became very much interested, and a bland smile overspread hisface, while his cue vibrated gently with approval. 

"'Melican man very smart, " he murmured to himself. "He steal hisfriend's money while he sleep. "

My readers are probably aware that our Mongolian visitors find adifficulty in pronouncing the letter _r_, and invariably replace it by_l_. 

"Suppose other 'Melican man wake up, he make a low, " continued Ah Sin, softly. 

But the other 'Melican man did not wake up, and Bill Crane got away withhis booty, as we already know. Cautiously the Chinaman followed him, and ascertained where he intended to pass the night. It was at amoderate distance from the cabin which the two Chinamen had selected fortheir mining camp. 

Bill Crane jumped from his horse, stretched his limbs, and gaped. 

"I'm powerful sleepy, " he soliloquized. "I can't go any fartherto-night. I don't like to rest so near Miles, but I can be on the roadbefore he wakes up. I guess it will be safe enough. "

Crane, having made up his mind to rest, rolled himself up in hisblanket, and stretched himself out, first tying his horse to a sapling. The place was retired, and he felt moderately confident that, even if heoverslept himself, he would not be discovered. 

"I'd like to see Miles when he discovers his loss, " he said to himself, smiling at the thought. "He'll be ready to tear his hair, and won't havethe least idea how the gold-dust was spirited away. You excel me inbrute strength, John Miles, but one thing I am pretty sure of, youhaven't got my brains, " and he complacently tapped his forehead. 

"There must be at least two hundred dollars' worth in that bag, " hereflected. "It isn't a great haul, but it will do. It will last me sometime, and perhaps start me in something in Frisco. Bill Crane, you'vedone a good stroke of business to-day. You are entitled to a goodnight's rest, and you shall have it. "

First, however, he concealed the bag. He did not think it safe to placeit under his head as Miles had done. He scooped a hole in the earth nearby, deposited the bag, replaced the dirt, and spread a few leaves overthe top. 

"No one will think of searching there, " thought Crane. "Even if Mileshimself surprises me here, he won't suspect anything. "

Bill Crane felt that he was unusually sharp and crafty, and felt greatcontempt for the stupidity of the man whom he had overreached. The timewas not far off when he had occasion to doubt whether he had notoverrated his own artfulness. 

A pair of almond eyes, lighted up with mild wonder, followed closelyall the movements of William Crane. When the bag was concealed, andCrane lay down to sleep, the Chinaman nodded blandly, and remarkedsoftly, "All light! Me go find Ah Jim. "

Ah Sin had to walk but half a mile to find the partner of his toils. AhSin and Ah Jim, though not related to each other, were as like as twopeas. The same smooth face, the same air of childlike confidence, thesame almond eyes, a pigtail of the same length, a blouse and loose pantsof the same coarse cloth, were characteristic of both. 

When the two met, they straightway plunged into a conversation in whichAh Sin had most to say. 

Ah Jim listened attentively, and was evidently well pleased with whathis companion said. I am afraid my young friends are not well up in theChinese tongue, and would not understand the conversation, howeverfaithfully reported. They must infer what it was from what followed. 

The two Chinamen bent their steps towards the resting-place of BillCrane. Ah Sin carried a bag of about the same size as the one Crane hadstolen, which he carefully filled with sandy earth. With stealthy stepsthese two innocent heathen drew near the spot, and looked searchingly atthe recumbent form of the eminent representative of Americancivilization. 

Ah Sin turned to Ah Jim with a pleased smile. 

"All light!" he said. "'Melican man asleep. "

A similar smile lighted up the face of Ah Jim. "'Melican man sleepsound, " he said; "no wake up. "

Quite unaware of the honor done him by the special Chinese embassy whichhad taken this early opportunity to call upon him, Bill Crane slept on. There was a smile upon his upturned face as if he were dreaming ofsomething pleasant. He should have been a prey to remorse, if hisconscience had done its duty, but Bill's conscience had grown callous, and gave him very little trouble. It was only when he was found out thathe became sensible of a kind of mental discomfort which came as near toremorse as he was capable of feeling. 

Reassured by the deep, regular breathing of the sleeper, Ah Sin and hisfriend proceeded to their work. The former drew a slender stiletto-likeknife from a fan which protruded above the collar of his blouse, and, stooping down, began skilfully to remove the dirt which covered the bagof gold-dust. From time to time he stole a glance at the sleeper to markthe first indications of returning consciousness. It was well for Cranethat his sleep continued. A Chinaman does not set a high value uponhuman life, and the long stiletto would have been plunged into the'Melican man before he was well aware of what was going on. Bill Crane'sgood genius saved him from this sudden exit by continuing the profoundslumber in which he was repairing the ravages of fatigue. 

The Chinamen therefore met with no interruption in their work. They drewout from its place of concealment the buried bag, and emptying thecontents of their own poured into it the combined treasures of Miles andpoor Tom. Then they filled the first bag with the worthless dust whichthey had brought with them, and carefully reburied it in the ground. 

They did their work so carefully and well that no one was likely tosuspect that the bag had been tampered with. 

Having done their work, Ah Sin and his friend smiled upon each other inbland satisfaction, which was further expressed by a low gutturalchuckle. 

"All light, " said Ah Sin, with a nod. 

"All light, " chimed in Ah Jim, nodding in return. 

A consciousness of lofty virtue could not have produced a happierexpression upon any face than appeared on the mild countenance of theChinamen. 

"'Melican man much supplised when he wake up, " remarked Ah Jim. 

"Chinamen make much money, " returned his friend. 

The two enterprising visitors returned to their quarters, and concealedtheir booty in a safe place. Then they too lay down and slept the sleepof confiding innocence. 

Bret Harte has not told us whether the heathen Chinee has a conscience;but if he has, neither Ah Sin nor Ah Jim experienced any inconveniencefrom its possession. Neither they nor Bill perhaps can fairly be takenas fair representatives of the different religious systems under whichthey were trained. Bill Crane could hardly claim any superiority overthe heathen Chinee in point of honesty. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

BILL CRANE'S DISAGREEABLE DISCOVERY. 

It was five o'clock in the morning when Bill Crane opened his eyes. Hefelt refreshed by his night's sleep, yet under ordinary circumstanceswould have deferred getting up for at least an hour. But theconsciousness that he had a treasure to guard, and the knowledge that hewas at any moment liable to be called to account by the real owner, whose camp was scarcely more than a mile distant, aroused him toexertion. 

"I must get away while John Miles is still asleep, " he bethoughthimself. "Let me get to Frisco first, and I can at once dispose of it, and he will never find me out. "

Crane did not wait to prepare breakfast. That he could take on the roadan hour or two later, when he felt safe from interruption. He rose andshook himself. This was his scanty toilet. Next he must take the bagfrom its place of concealment, and then he could commence his journey. 

While uncovering the bag, Crane did not discover that it had beentampered with, partly because it was still there. It was natural tosuppose that, if discovered by a third party, it would be carried away. He did not even open the bag, not thinking it necessary. 

"John Miles hasn't waked up yet, " he said to himself with a smile. "Whenhe does, there'll be some swearing, I'll be bound. You're a good boy, John Miles, but you ain't so smart as you think you are. I think I havegot the start of you this time. "

Bill Crane rode off smiling. 

His course led him by the camp of the Chinamen. Early as it was theywere astir. Ah Sin saw the rider, and at once recognized him as the manhe had robbed. How could Crane know that those pleasant-faced barbarianshad served him such a trick?

"Hallo, Chinamen!" he said aloud. "Have they got out here already? I'llspeak to them. Hallo, John!" he said, halting his horse, for even thenevery Chinaman was John. 

"How do, John?" replied Ah Sin, smiling blandly. 

"My name isn't John, but no matter. What are you two doing?"

"Looking for gold, " was the reply. 

"Do you find any?"

"Velly little. Bad place. "

"Have you been in San Francisco?"

"Yes, John. "

"Why didn't you stay there?"

"Too many Chinamen--too little washee, --washee. "

"What have you got in the way of provisions? Mine are stale. I'd like tobuy some of you. "

"We have got a little lice, John. "

"Got a little what? Oh, I know: you mean rice. Why don't you pronounceyour English better?"

"Because Chinamen not 'Melican men. "

"Then I suppose I may as well be moving on, as I can't get anything outof you. Oh, have you got any tea, John?"

"Yes, John. "

"Got any made?"

Ah Sin produced a cup, for he and his friend had just prepared theirbreakfast, and being warm, Bill Crane gulped it down with a relish. 

"After all, a man needs some warm drink in the morning, " he said tohimself. "How much to pay, John?"

"Nothing, John. 'Melican man welcome. "

"John, you're a gentleman, or rather both of you are gentlemen, even ifyou are heathens. I'll remember you in my prayers. "

The eminent Christian, Bill Crane, rode off from the Chinese camp, calmly confident of his moral superiority to the two benighted heathenwhom he left behind him. Whether he remembered his promise to intercedefor them in prayer is a little doubtful, or would have been, if he hadhad occasion to pray himself. It is to be feared that prayer and WilliamCrane had long been strangers. 

As Crane rode away, the two Chinamen exchanged glances. A gentle smilelighted up their yellow faces, and they were doubtless thinking ofsomething pleasant. They exchanged a few guttural remarks which I shouldlike to be able to translate, for they doubtless referred to Bill Crane, whom they had kindly supplied with a cup of tea gratis. Yet, perhaps, considering all things, it was the dearest cup of tea Crane had everdrank, since it was the only return he got for a bag of gold-dust worthover two hundred dollars. But there is an old saying, "Where ignoranceis bliss, 'tis folly to be wise. " Crane was just as happy as if the bagreally contained gold-dust. But this happy ignorance was not to lastlong. 

After riding five or six miles our traveller thought he might venture todismount for rest and refreshment. He selected as his breakfast-tablethe green sward beside a sparkling mountain streamlet. He dismounted, permitting his horse to graze while he took out the stale provisionswhich must constitute his morning meal. They were not very palatable, and Crane sighed for the breakfasts of old, the memory of which at thismoment was very tantalizing. But he comforted himself with the thoughtthat he had the means of making up for his enforced self-denial when hereached San Francisco. 

This naturally led him to open the bag, and feast his eyes over hiseasily obtained wealth. He untied the string, and with a smile ofpleased anticipation peered at the contents. 

His face changed suddenly. 

Was he dreaming? In place of the shining dust, his eyes rested on--sand. 

He hastily thrust in his finger, and stirred the grains. But nothingelse was to be discovered. The bag contained nothing but worthless sand. 

Crane stared at the deceptive bag in the most lugubrious astonishment. Surely the bag contained gold-dust when he concealed it. There could beno doubt on that point, for he had opened it and seen the contents forhimself. But in that case, how could such a change have been effected inone night? It had not been touched; so, at any rate, he believed. He hadfound it in the morning in the exact spot where he had placed itovernight, and yet--

Bill Crane took another look at the contents of the bag, hoping that hehad been deceived by some ocular delusion, but the second examinationbrought him no comfort. He sank back, feeling in a state of mental andbodily collapse. 

Never was poor thief so utterly bewildered as Bill Crane. He couldalmost believe that some magical transformation had been practiced athis expense. Was it possible, he thought, that John Miles, discoveringhis loss, had visited him, and played this trick upon him? He could notbelieve this. It was not in accordance with John's direct, straightforward nature. Instead of acting in this secret manner, hewould have sternly charged Crane with the robbery, and punished him onthe spot. Leaving him out of the account, then, the mystery deepened. Itnever occurred to Crane to suspect the Chinamen who had so hospitablyfurnished him with a cup of tea. Even if they had come into his mind, hewould have been puzzled to account for their knowledge of his having thebag in his possession. 

Bill Crane was decidedly unhappy. His glowing anticipations ofprosperity, based upon the capital contained in the bag, were rudelybroken in upon, and the airy fabric of his hopes dashed to the ground. He felt that fortune had been unkind--that he was a deeply injured man. Had his claim to the stolen property been the best possible, he couldnot have felt the injustice of fate more keenly. 

"It's always the way!" he exclaimed in deep dejection. "I always wasunlucky. Just as I thought I was on my feet again, this cursed gold-dustturns to sand. Here am I out in the wilderness without an ounce to myname. I don't know what to do. I'd give a good deal, if I had it, tofind out what became of the gold-dust. "

As he spoke, Crane, in a fit of ill-temper, kicked the unlucky bag to adistance, and slowly and disconsolately mounting his horse, plodded onhis way. All his cheerfulness was gone. It was some comfort, but stillscant, to think that John Miles was as unlucky as himself. Both hadbecome penniless tramps, and were alike the sport of Fortune. There wasa difference in respect to their desert, however. John Miles mayrightly claim the reader's sympathy, while Bill Crane must be consideredto have met with a disaster which he richly deserved. 

CHAPTER IX. 

CLEANED OUT. 

John Miles slept long, and awoke feeling refreshed and cheerful. He hada healthy organization, and never failed to eat and sleep well. LikeCrane, he had no toilet to make, but sprang to his feet already dressed. 

His first thought was naturally of his treasure. His heart gave a quickbound when he failed to discover it in the place where he remembered tohave put it. In dismay he instituted a search, which, of course, provedunavailing. 

"Who could have taken it?" thought Miles, large drops of perspirationgathering upon his forehead. 

All about him was loneliness. He could see no signs of life. Yet the bagcould not have gone away of itself. There was certainly human agency inthe matter. 

Miles confessed to himself with sadness that he had been imprudent toleave the bag where it would naturally excite the cupidity of anypassing adventurer. That it must have been taken by such a one seemedevident. In that case, the chance of recovering it seemed slenderenough. Nevertheless, John Miles decided to make an effort, hopeless asit was, to discover the whereabouts of his lost property. 

"If it had been mine, I wouldn't have cared so much, " he said tohimself, with a sigh; "but poor Tom's money is gone too. I will make itup to him if I live, but I am afraid his father will be inconveniencedby the delay. "

Miles made preparations for his departure, and strode away, lookingsearchingly to the right and left in search of something that mightthrow light upon his loss. Presently he espied the two Chinamen. Couldthey have taken it? He would at any rate speak to them. 

"Good-morning, John, " he said, when he came within hearing distance. 

Ah Sin bobbed his head, and repeated "Good-morning, John. "

"Do you live here?"

"Yes, we washee-washee for gold. "

"Does anyone else live near by?"

The two inclined their heads, and answered in the negative. 

"Have you seen anyone pass last night or this morning?"

"Yes, " answered Ah Sin. "'Melican man stay all nightee--over there. Chinaman give him a cup of tea this morning. "

"How long ago?" asked Miles, eagerly. 

"Two hours, " answered Ah Jim. 

"In what direction did he go?"

The two Chinamen readily told him. 

Miles decided to tell them of the loss of his bag of gold-dust. Possiblythey could throw some light upon his loss. 

"Some one stole a small bag of dust from me last night, " he said. "Isuspect it was the man you describe. Did he appear to have any sucharticle with him?"

"Yes, " answered Ah Sin, who, with natural cunning, saw that thisinformation would divert suspicion from them. "It was so large, "indicating the size with his hands. 

Of course his description was accurate, for he had very good reason toknow the size of the bag. 

"He must have been the thief, " said Miles, eagerly. "In what directiondid you say he went?"

Ah Sin pointed to the west. 

"I will follow him. It is on my way. If I catch the villain, it will bethe worse for him. "

"He velly bad man, " said Ah Sin, sympathizingly. 

"That's where you are right, my heathen friend. Well, good-morning, John. I am much obliged to you for your information. "

"Velly welcome, John. "

As John Miles rode away, Ah Sin turned to his friend Ah Jim, andremarked, --

"S'pose he catch him, he kill him. "

"All lightee!" returned Ah Jim. "He velly bad man, he thief. "

The two Chinamen exchanged glances. If they had been white men, therewould have been a smile or a wink, but these children of Confuciuslooked so serenely virtuous, so innocent of guile, that the mostexperienced detective would have seen nothing in their faces indicatingany guilty knowledge of the lost treasure. But, guileless as theyseemed, they had proved more than a match for Bill Crane and his victim. 

 * * * * *

John Miles rode away with a faint hope that he might overtake the man, whoever he might be, who had stolen his precious bag. In due time hereached the spot where Crane had examined the bag, and on discoveringits worthless contents, had thrown it away. The thief had not taken thetrouble to empty it. 

When Miles saw it he hurried to it, hoping he might find some of thetreasure inside. Of course he was disappointed, and at the same timebewildered. 

"This is certainly my bag, " he said to himself. "Here are my initials, J. M. Then there are other marks well known to me. I could swear to itanywhere. But how does it happen that it is full of sand, and why hasthe thief thrown it away? That beats me!"

Miles decided that for some reason unknown the thief had transferred itscontents to some other bag--perhaps his own--and then had discarded theoriginal one, in wanton humor filling it instead with sand. 

"He may have been afraid it would be found on him, " thought Miles. "Themarks on the bag would have been evidence enough to condemn him. Bythrowing away my bag he thinks himself safe. "

His solution of the puzzle was ingenious, but as we know he erred in tworespects. Bill Crane had not filled the bag with sand and thrown it awayfrom prudential considerations, nor had he profited by the theft he hadcommitted. He had been as badly outwitted as his victim, and the profithad gone to the bland and obliging Chinamen, who had thus far escapedsuspicion. 

John Miles slackened his rein, and thought seriously and sadly of theposition to which he was reduced. What was he to do? He was, in theexpressive language of the country, "cleaned out, " and brought to a passwhere he must begin life over again, with the disadvantage of beingseventy-five dollars in debt, for he was resolved that Tom's loss shouldbe paid back to the uttermost penny. 

Presently philosophy came to his aid. 

"It might have been worse, " he reflected. "Two hundred dollars is toolarge a sum to lose, but it wont take long to make up if I have any sortof luck. I wish I were in San Francisco. It may trouble me to get therewithout means. "

When misfortune comes it is always best to look it manfully in the face, and not to shrink from or over estimate it. John Miles had a strong, healthy nature, with a good deal of confidence in his own resources, andin an hour or two he was again looking hopefully forward to the future. Not that he cherished a hope of recovering his lost money. There seemedto be no way of identifying it, even if he should track the thief. Oneounce of gold-dust looks like another, and there is no way ofdistinguishing individual property in that form. 

John Miles pushed on slowly. About noon he found himself threading anarrow cañon, shaded by gigantic redwood tress, with steep, almostperpendicular sides, with here and there a narrow streamlet descendingin a cascade, and lighting up the darkened scene with its silveryreflections. 

"This is a pretty spot, but it would be lonely to live here, " thoughtMiles. "Yet, " shading his eyes, "there seems to be a cabin of some sort. Is it possible that anybody lives in this cañon?"

Ten minutes' ride brought him to a rude cabin, with a gigantic treespreading at a great height protecting branches over it. That it wasinhabited was clear, for in front of it stood a strongly built, robustwoman, who seemed to be nearing forty. 

She bent a searching look upon the intruder, who bent his headcourteously. 

"Good-morning, ma'am, " said Miles. 

"Good-morning, stranger, " was the reply. "Where might you be going?"

"I am on my way to the city. Am I on the right track?"

"I reckon so. "

"Do you live here--alone?" asked John Miles, in some curiosity. 

"It looks like it, doesn't it?" returned the woman. "I've been alonesince my man pegged out. "

"Is that long?"

"A matter of three weeks. "

"I sympathize with you, " said Miles. "You must be very lonely. "

"Yes, " said the widow. "Jim was good company, and I feel kind oflonesome without him, you better believe. "

"There isn't much sentiment there, " thought Miles. "She doesn't appearto be heart-broken. Do you mean to stay here alone?" he inquired. "Areyou not afraid?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"Some tramp or adventurer might attack and injure, or at least rob you. "

"Look here, stranger! do you see that?" and the woman produced arevolver. "Do you see that shooting-iron?"

"It looks as if it might be a good one, " said Miles, who began to thinkthe woman better able to take care of herself than he had at firstsupposed. 

"You bet it is! I know how to use it, too. If one of them tramps gets infront of it, and sasses me, he'd better say his prayers mighty quick, for he'll need 'em. He needn't reckon much on my being a woman. I canshoot jest as true as my man could when he was alive. "

CHAPTER X. 

A CALIFORNIA WIDOW. 

John Miles eyed the woman curiously. There did not seem much that wasfeminine left in her. Life in the wilderness had made her as bold andself-reliant as a man. She was not compelled to plead for woman'srights. She resolutely took a man's rights, and was prepared tomaintain them against all comers. 

"I rather think you can take care of yourself, ma'am, " he said. 

"You can bet your bottom dollar on that, stranger, " said the woman, cheerfully. "Brown--that's my husband--knew what I was. We was ekalpartners--Brown and me--and he knew too much to tread on me. "

"I'm glad I wasn't Brown, " thought John Miles. "When I marry, it'll be awoman, and not a man in petticoats. "

"If you're hungry, stranger, " said the woman, "just jump off that horseof yours, and come in. I can give you a square meal, and I reckon youhaven't had one lately. "

"You are right, Mrs. Brown, " said Miles, dismounting with alacrity. "Myprovisions are dry and stale, and I shall enjoy a square meal amazingly. But I ought to tell you that last night I was robbed of a bag ofgold-dust, and I have nothing to pay you. "

"Who asks for pay?" returned the woman. "I don't keep a hotel, but I'mtired of eating alone. I want to see how it seems to have a man settingopposite me agin. So come in, and I won't keep you waiting long. "

"Thank you, Mrs. Brown. If you don't mind, I'll light my pipe, and sitout here till I've had a smoke. "

"You can smoke inside if you want to. I always let Brown. It makes mefeel better, now that he's pegged out, that I didn't deny him any of hislittle comforts. "

"Clearly Mrs. Brown was a considerate wife, " thought Miles; "but shedoesn't look like a woman to fall in love with. "

Tying his horse, he threw himself down on the grass, and enjoyed theluxury of a smoke while Mrs. Brown was heard bustling about inside, preparing the square meal which she had promised to her unexpectedguest. 

Presently she reappeared. 

"The victuals is ready, if you are, stranger, " she said. 

"I am ready, Mrs. Brown, " said Miles, rising at once, and entering thecabin. 

The cabin was rough, and ill-adapted to a fastidious tenant, but itlooked comfortable. What attracted Miles most, however, was a table setin the middle of the floor, covered with a substantial and appetizingmeal. Mrs. Brown was a fair cook--perhaps her only feminineaccomplishment. She placed Miles at the head of the table, and seatedherself opposite him. She watched his attacks upon the fare she hadprovided with evident satisfaction. 

"I hope you like it, " she said. 

"Mrs. Brown, I haven't tasted anything so good for a long time. "

She nodded, with a pleased look. 

"Brown allus liked my cookin, " she said. "He had a good appetite mostgenerally, and it was a pleasure to see him eat. It's kinder lonesomecookin' for yourself. Then, too, it takes away my appetite sittin' downalone to eat. "

"You must be very lonely, Mrs. Brown. "

"Yes, its lonesome like bein' a widder. I'm kinder used to seein' a manabout the house. "

"So I suppose. "

"Be you a married man?" asked the lady, pointedly. 

"No, ma'am. "

"How old be you?"

"Twenty-eight, " answered Miles, rather amused. 

"Then you're old enough to get married?"

"Oh yes, I am old enough. "

"Be you in love with any girl?"

"The old woman's getting curious, " thought Miles. "However, I don't mindgratifying her curiosity. "

"No, I'm not in love, " he replied. 

Mrs. Brown eyed him thoughtfully. She seemed to be revolving some planin her mind. 

"Take a good look at me, stranger, " she said, bracing herself up, as ifon exhibition. 

"Certainly, " said John Miles, considerably astonished. 

"I want to ask you a few questions. "

"Go ahead, Mrs. Brown. "

"Am I hump-backed?"

"Certainly not. Who said you were?"

"Just attend to my questions, if you please, stranger. Am Isquint-eyed?"

"Mrs. Brown must be crazy, " thought Miles. However, he answered in thenegative. 

"Am I as homely as a hedge-fence?" pursued the widow. 

"Has anybody been calling you so? If so, tell me who it is. "

"Never you mind, stranger. Am I old and wrinkled?"

"Certainly she's out of her mind, " thought Miles. "I must humor her. "

"I think you are a very good-looking woman, " he said, soothingly. 

"No, I'm not, " said the strong-minded lady, "but at the same time Iain't a scarecrow. "

"Certainly not. "

"Don't talk too much, stranger. I expect you're surprised at myquestions, but I'll come to the p'int at once. I'm tired of livin' herealone. I didn't think I'd miss Brown so much. He wasn't any great shakesof a man, but he was better than nothing. He was company for me, Brownwas, in the long evenin's, and I miss him. I've made up my mind to takeon somebody in his place, and I reckon I'd like to engage you, stranger. Will you marry me?"

Mrs. Brown did not blush when she asked this extraordinary question. Shewas entirely self-possessed, and could not have been cooler, if she hadbeen transacting an ordinary piece of business. 

John Miles had never before received a proposal of marriage. He felt asawkward and confused as a young girl, and began to hesitate andstammer. 

"Really, Mrs. Brown, " he began, "you have taken me by surprise. "

"I expect I have, " said the widow, "but I'll give you time to think itover. Brown left me I pretty comfortable, though I did more to get theproperty together than he. You wouldn't think it, perhaps, but I've gotfive thousand dollars in gold hid away somewheres near, and there's aclaim not far away, that belongs to me, and will pay for workin'. "

"I am glad you are so well off, Mrs. Brown, " said Miles. 

"If you marry me, " continued the widow, "you can work that claim. You'rea strong, able-bodied man, and a year from now, if you want to, we'll goto the city, and settle down. I'm older than you; but a matter of a fewyears don't make much difference. You were robbed, you told me?"

"Yes, of all that I had. "

"How much was it?"

"About two hundred dollars. "

"That ain't much. "

"It's a good deal when it's all you have, " answered Miles. 

"If you marry me you won't miss it, " said Mrs. Brown. "I won't give youmy money right off, for you might run off with it, but at the end of thefirst year you shall have half of it. There's a parson a few miles upthe cañon, at Dirt Hole, that will marry us any time we ride over. Whatdo you say, stranger?"

It was an embarrassing moment for John Miles. He had no desire tosucceed the deceased Brown, notwithstanding the little property he hadleft behind him. Mrs. Brown did not in the least resemble the wife ofwhom he had sometimes dreamed. But how could he decline without excitingthe resentment of that singular female? He bore in mind that Mrs. Browncarried a revolver, and she might take a notion to shoot him down. Hemust temporize. 

"Your proposal is a very kind and flattering one, Mrs. Brown, but Idon't care to marry just at present. I want to go to the city and trymy fortune. I've only lately arrived in California, and I am not readyto settle down yet. "

To his relief Mrs. Brown accepted his objection in good part. 

"No offence, stranger, " she said. "I didn't know how you might feelabout it. I've made you a fair offer. "

"Indeed you have. The time may come when I shall return, and--"

"I won't promise to wait for you, stranger. Somebody else may happenalong that'll take the situation. "

"It would be too much to expect you to wait for me, I admit. "

"All right, stranger. You've answered fair, and now we'll let the matterdrop. "

When Miles left the cabin he carried with him an addition to his stockof provisions, for which he was indebted to Mrs. Brown's liberality. Itwas evident that she bore no malice, notwithstanding her suit had beenrejected. 

CHAPTER XI. 

BILL CRANE'S GOOD LUCK. 

About an hour after John Miles rode away from the widow's door Mr. William Crane came in sight of the cabin. He had strayed from the directcourse, and that had delayed him. Otherwise he would not have fallenbehind Miles. 

Bill Crane was in rather a melancholy mood. He had not got over hisdisappointment of the morning. He was fagged out and hungry, and feltthat luck was against him. When he saw the cabin, and the widow Brownsitting in the door-way, it instantly occurred to him that here was achance to get a dinner. He had nothing to pay, to be sure, but he needsay nothing about it till after the dinner was eaten. 

As he rode up, he removed his hat, and said, "Good-day, ma'am. "

Mrs. Brown scrutinized the new-comer with critical eyes. She decidedthat he was not as good-looking as John Miles. Indeed Bill Crane nevercould have been accounted handsome; but on this point the widow was notexacting. She was looking for somebody to fill the place of her lamentedBrown, and relieve her loneliness, and it was Crane's eligibility inthis respect that she was considering. Beauty was but skin deep, as Mrs. Brown was practical enough to admit, and she was not overstocked withthat attractive quality herself. Though Crane did not know it, theresolute, middle-aged female, from whom he hoped to obtain a gratuitousdinner, was making up her mind to offer him the position of husband. 

"Good-day, stranger, " she answered composedly. "Are you travelin' fur?"

"I'm thinkin' of goin' to Frisco, " he said, "but it's a long journey andI'm fagged out. If you have no objection, I'll stop at your place andsee if I can rest a few minutes. "

"You can stop if you want to, " she said. "I don't see much company, andI like to see a new face now and then. "

"So do I, " said Crane, thinking a little flattery might help him;"especially when it's the face of a good-looking woman. "

"I ain't good-lookin' enough to hurt me, " returned Mrs. Brown, with afrankness which rather disconcerted and puzzled Crane, "but I don't mindyou callin' me so. If you are anyways hungry, I haven't cleared away thedinner, and--"

"You are very kind, " broke in Crane, eagerly; "I don't mind saying I ama little bit hungry. "

"All right, stranger. If you'll wait long enough for me to make some hottea, and warm the victuals, you shall have a chance to judge of mycookin'. "

Bill Crane was quite elated. He decided that the widow would not ask himfor payment, thus saving him from embarrassing excuses. In due time hewas called in and seated in the chair not long since occupied by JohnMiles. 

"You're the second man that's dined with me to-day, " said the widow. 

"And who was the first lucky man?" inquired Crane, suspecting at oncethat it might have been Miles. 

"I don't know his name, but he was a good-looking young man, who said hehad had a bag of gold-dust stolen from him. "

"That's Miles, " thought Crane; and he at once decided not to betray anyknowledge of him. 

"He was in bad luck, " said Bill. "Did he know who stole it?"

"He didn't tell me. I don't think he knew. "

"That's well, " thought Crane. 

"Did he say where he was going?"

"To the city. "

"Do you live here all the year round, Mrs. ----?"

"My name's Brown, stranger. "

"All I can say is, that Brown is a lucky man. Another cup of tea if youplease, Mrs. Brown. "

"You might not like to exchange places with him, for all his luck, stranger, " remarked the widow. 

"Indeed I would, " said Bill, with a languishing look. 

"He's six feet under ground!" explained Mrs. Brown, dryly. 

"Dead?" ejaculated Crane. 

"Yes; he's been dead these three weeks. "

"And you are a widow?"

"That's so, stranger. "

"But you don't mean to stay a widow?" interrogated Crane. 

"Well, it is kinder lonesome. It seems natural like to have a manround. "

"I wonder if she's got any money, " thought Crane. "I'll find out if Ican. "

"Yes, Mrs. Brown, I feel for you, " he said. "A woman can't struggle withthe world as a man can. "

"I don't know about that, stranger. I can take care of myself, if that'swhat you mean. "

"But a woman needs a man to protect and work for her, " insinuatedCrane. 

"I don't need any one to protect me, " said the widow; "and, as forsupport, I've got a matter of five thousand dollars laid by, and a goodclaim that'll pay for the workin'. I don't think I shall need to go tothe poor-house yet awhile. "

Bill Crane's eyes sparkled. The widow Brown seemed wonderfullyattractive in his eyes. He was willing to barter his young affectionsfor five thousand dollars and a claim, even if the widow had been thriceas homely as she was. If he had known that Mrs. Brown was bent onmarriage his way would have been clearer. His mind was made up. He wouldwoo and win his fair hostess if he could. 

"When did Brown die?" he inquired. 

"Three weeks ago, stranger. "

"You must miss him. "

"Yes, he was a quiet man, Brown was. He never gave me any trouble, andit was natural to see him round. "

"You must not mourn for him too much, Mrs. Brown. "

"I shan't make a fool of myself, " said the widow. "He's gone, and hewon't come back. There's no use cryin'. "

"She's rather a queer specimen, " thought Crane. "She hasn't broken herheart, it seems. "

"You ought to marry again, " he said. 

"I mean to, " said Mrs. Brown. 

"Well, that's frank, " thought Crane. "There ain't any nonsense abouther. "

"Your second husband will be a lucky man, Mrs. Brown. "

"Well, he'll have a good livin', and, if he treats me right, he'll gettreated right too. "

"This is a cold world, Mrs. Brown. I've been drifting about till I'mtired. I'd like to settle down with a good wife. "

"If you want to take Brown's place, say so, " remarked the widow, in abusiness-like tone. 

Bill Crane was staggered by the promptness with which his hint wastaken, but did not hesitate to follow it up. 

"That's what I mean, " he said. 

"What's your name, stranger?"

"William Crane. "

"You haven't got another wife anywhere, have you?"

"Of course not. "

"I've got to take your word for it, I s'pose. I guess I'll take therisk. I'll marry you if you say so. "

"How soon?" asked Crane, eagerly. 

"Well, there's a parson a few miles from here. We can ride right overand be back by sundown, if that will suit you. "

"A capital idea, Mrs. Brown. You won't be Brown long, " he added, sportively. "How will you like to be called Mrs. Crane?"

"One name will do as well as another, " said the widow, philosophically. 

Crane wanted to make inquiries about the five thousand dollars and theclaim; but he reflected that it might be inferred that his views weremercenary. It would be more politic to wait till after marriage. He didnot understand the character of the woman he was going to marry. Sheunderstood very well that Crane was marrying her for her money; but shefelt lonesome, and it suited her to have a husband, and she was willingto overlook such a trifle. 

The widow had a horse of her own. Directly after dinner it washarnessed, and the two rode over to Dirt Hole, a small miningsettlement, where the Rev. Pelatiah Pond, a Methodist minister, unitedthem in the bonds of matrimony. 

When Mr. And Mrs. Crane reached home, Bill ventured to inquire, "Haveyou got the money in the house, Mrs. Crane, --the five thousand dollars, I mean?"

"It's put away in a safe place. "

"You'd better let me take care of it for you, my dear. "

"Not at present, Mr. Crane. A year from now I will let you have half ofit, if you behave yourself. "

"As your husband, madam, I insist. "

"Stop right there, stranger--Mr. Crane, I mean, " said the bride, decidedly. "Do you see that? and she whipped out a revolver. 

"Good gracious, Mrs. Crane! Do you want to murder me?"

"No, I didn't marry you for that; but I want you to understand that themoney is in my hands, and I don't allow any man to insist. I may let youhave some of it when I get ready. Do you understand?"

"I believe I do, " murmured Crane. "I'm regularly taken in and done for, "he reflected sadly. 

But directly after their return Mrs. Crane prepared a nice supper, andCrane, as he ate it, and smoked a pipe later, began to be reconciled tohis new situation. 

CHAPTER XII. 

TOM RECEIVES NEWS FROM HOME. 

Meanwhile Tom, happily unconscious that the money entrusted to JohnMiles had been lost, continued to work diligently at his claim. Hissuccess varied from day to day; but, on the whole, he was gaining. Hespent nothing except for absolute necessities, and in spite of alltemptations he gave a wide berth to Missouri Jack's saloon. In this wayhe gained the ill-will of the saloon-keeper, who felt a certain portionof every miner's gains ought to find its way into his till. 

One evening Tom met the saloon-keeper when out walking. The latter hadnot at that time given up securing Tom's patronage. 

"Good-evening, young feller, " said Jack. 

Tom answered the greeting politely. 

"Why don't you come round to the saloon evenings? We always have a jollycrowd there. After a hard day's work it'll do you good to take a socialglass. "

"I would rather not drink, thank you, " said Tom. 

"You ain't afraid of a little drink, I hope, are you?"

"Yes, I would rather let it alone. "

"Oh, you're too good to live, " said Jack, in deep disgust. 

"I hope not, " answered Tom, smiling; "for I hope to live a good manyyears. "

That was the last attempt Missouri Jack made to secure Tom as a patron. Our hero spoke in so decided a tone that he understood the uselessnessof the attempt. 

Two months passed, and Tom heard nothing from John Miles. He was notsurprised or disquieted, for he knew that mails to the interior werevery irregular, and, besides, Miles might not be fond of letter-writing. He took it for granted that the seventy-five dollars had been forwardedhome, and were now in his father's hands. He had saved as much more, andwould like to have sent that too, for its possession gave him anxiety;but there seemed to be no opportunity. 

About this time he received two letters. The first was from John Miles, written from San Francisco. After acquainting Tom with his loss of thebag of gold-dust, he proceeded:--

"I should not have cared so much, Tom, had the loss been mine only; butit was hard to think that I had lost your money too, and was unable topay it back. I know, from what you said, that your father needed themoney, and that the delay would put him to a good deal of inconvenience. You shall have it all back, Tom, every cent; but you will have to waitawhile. On reaching Frisco I got work, and soon saved up enough to paythe debt, when, as bad luck would have it, I fell sick, and before I gotwell all my money had been used up. Now I am well again, and at work, and if I have good luck will be able soon to send on the money to yourfather. I know you will understand the circumstances, and will excusethe delay. 

"The very day I discovered my loss I had a chance to marry a fortune. You will stare at that, and wonder how it happened. At a lonely cabin Imade the acquaintance of a widow, who was looking out for a secondhusband. She was left with a comfortable property, which, with her hand, she was willing to bestow upon your friend; but she didn't tempt memuch. I believe her fortune amounted to five thousand dollars and aclaim. It would be a good chance for you, if you were old enough, Tom. 

"I don't know when this letter will reach you, for the country mails--atleast to such out-of-the-way places as River Bend--go quite irregularly. However, I hope you will get it after a while, and won't be too muchtroubled about the money; if I live it shall be repaid. "

Tom showed this letter to Ferguson. 

"It's a pity, my lad, that the money was stolen, " said the Scotchman;"but you'll get it again. John Miles is an honest man. "

"I am sure of that, Mr. Ferguson. I don't know that I ought to make himpay it back, though. It isn't his fault that it was lost. "

"That's true, my lad, and you might offer to share the loss with him, but I doubt if he would accept your offer. He will feel better to pay itall back. "

"At any rate I will write him, and make him the offer. "

"That's fair, Tom; but you'll see what he'll say. "

It may be stated here that Miles utterly declined to accept anyabatement of the debt. 

"I ought to have taken better care of the money, " he said. "It's myfault, and I shall pay it in full. "

The next letter was from home. Tom opened and read it eagerly. It wasmainly from his father, but there was a note from each member of thefamily. 

His father wrote:--

 MY DEAR TOM, --We are glad to hear that you have reached California after a wearisome journey, and are now at work. We have travelled so little that we can hardly realize that you are more than three thousand miles away from us, with so many mountains, plains, and valleys between. Of course you cannot tell us much in your letters of your various experiences. I wish we could have you with us this evening, and hear some of them from your own lips. 

 I am anxious to hear that you are succeeding in the object of your journey, and that you will not find the stories of the rich gold fields greatly exaggerated. I do not myself believe all I hear, yet I think there must be gold enough to pay those who search for it diligently. You must remember, my dear boy, that hard work is better than luck, and more to be relied upon. Don't expect to make your fortune all at once by finding a big nugget, but work steadily, and you will meet with more or less success. 

 If you succeed moderately, I shall be glad you went away, for here prospects are not very good. Our little farm seems to be less productive every year. The soil is not very good, as you know, and I cannot afford fertilizers. This year the crops were not as good as usual, and we have felt the decrease sensibly. If there were not a mortgage on the farm, I could get along very well, but the interest now amounts to one hundred and thirty-two dollars annually, and it is hard to get that amount together. Next month sixty-six dollars come due, and I don't know how I am to find the money. Squire Hudson could afford to wait; but I am afraid he won't. The older and richer he gets, the more grasping he becomes, I sometimes think. However, I don't want to borrow trouble. If it is absolutely necessary I can sell off one of the cows to raise the money, and before the year comes round I think you will be able to help me. 

 Walter, though only twelve years old, --his thirteenth birthday comes next month, --helps me about the farm, and is very useful in doing chores. He likes farm-work, and will be ready to succeed me in time. As for Sarah, she is a good, sensible girl, and helps her mother in a good many ways. Though I am a poor man, and always expect to remain so, I feel that I am blessed in having good, industrious children, who promise to grow up and do me credit. I should not be willing to exchange one of my boys for Squire Hudson's son Sinclair. He is, to my mind, a very disagreeable boy, who makes himself ridiculous by the airs he puts on. I have seen him once or twice lately when he appeared to have been drinking; but I hope I am mistaken in this. He is an only son, and it would be a pity that he should go astray. 

Tom looked thoughtful after reading this letter. 

"Is it bad news, Tom, lad?" asked Ferguson. 

"Times are hard at home, Mr. Ferguson, " answered Tom. "Father is verymuch in need of money. It would have been a great help to him if he hadreceived that seventy-five dollars. "

"You have as much as that on hand now, Tom. If it isn't enough, I willlend you some. "

"Thank you, Mr. Ferguson. You are a good friend, and I wouldn't mindaccepting your offer, if I needed it. But father won't need any morethan I can send him. Only I don't know how to get it to him. "

"If you were in San Francisco, you would have no difficulty in sendingthe money. "

"No. "

"I've been thinking, Tom, " said Ferguson, after a while, "that it mightbe a good plan for us to take a little vacation, and visit the city. Wehave been working steadily here over three months, and the change woulddo us good. Besides, we might on the way come across some better place. This isn't as good now as when we began to work it. "

"That is true, " said Tom. 

"Suppose, then, we stay a week longer, sell out our claim if we can, and start in the direction of the city. "

"You and I?"

"Yes; we shall be better off without company. "

"We had better not let Peabody know we are going, or he will want toaccompany us. "

"I could almost be willing to take him, poor creature, to get him awayfrom that Missouri Jack; but, as you say, he would not be a help to us. "

So it was decided that, in a few days, as soon as they were ready, Tomand Ferguson should leave River Bend. 

CHAPTER XIII. 

A SPECULATIVE INVESTMENT. 

It leaked out after a while that Tom and Ferguson were intending toleave River Bend, and considerable regret was expressed by the othermembers of the party. Tom was a general favorite. His youth and hisobliging disposition made him liked by all except Missouri Jack and hisset. It cannot be said that his Scotch friend was popular, but he was, at all events, highly respected as a man of high principle and rigidhonesty. This was not the way the miners expressed it. They called him a"square" man, and that word expressed high moral praise. They all feltthat Tom was going off in good company. 

Before they went, the two had a chance for a speculation. Two weeksbefore, a man came to River Bend, across the country, with a horse andwagon, the latter an old express wagon, which he had brought round theHorn from some one of the Eastern States. What had induced him to takeso much trouble to convey such bulky articles was not quite clear. Nowthat he was a miner he had no use for them, and at River Bend they werenot saleable. This man, Abner Kent, came to Ferguson's tent, where heand Tom were resting after the labors of the day. He was a tall man, with a shambling gait and an angular face. 

"Good-evening, " he said. "If you ain't busy I'll sit down a fewminutes. "

"We are glad to see you Mr. Kent, " said Ferguson. "Tom and I werediscussing our plans, but we've plenty of time for that. Come in. Here'sa place for you. "

"I hear that you are going to leave us, you two?"

"Yes, Tom has some business in San Francisco, and I want to see a littlemore of the country. "

"How are you going?"

"We'll take the cars if we can find any, " answered Tom. "If we can'twe'll foot it. "

"That's what I came to see you about. You know I've got a horse andwagon. "

"Yes. "

"Why don't you buy it? You'll go easier and quicker. "

"We can't afford it, " said Ferguson. "Poor men must walk. "

"You don't see the point. When you get through with the team, you caneasily sell them for more than you gave. It will be a good speculation. "

"That will depend on how much we give, " said the Scotchman, shrewdly. 

"To be sure, Mr. Ferguson. Now about that, I'll be easy. They ain't anygood to me here. I'll take--let me see--four hundred dollars cash. You'll maybe double your money inside of a month. "

The team did seem cheap at this price, as prices of all articles in anew country are very much enhanced. 

"Tom and I will talk it over and let you know to-morrow morning, " saidFerguson. 

"That's all right. It's a good chance for you. "

When Kent was gone Tom asked, "What do you think of his offer, Mr. Ferguson?"

"I think it will be a good investment, Tom, and that we shall be lesslikely to be robbed than if we carried gold-dust with us. You know howJohn Miles got robbed. "

"I have only a hundred dollars, " said Tom, doubtfully. 

"I have enough to add to it, but I think we can get the team cheaper. Idon't want to beat the man down, but a bargain is a bargain, and we mustlook out for our own interest. "

"You know more about such things than I do, Mr. Ferguson; I will agreeto anything you say. "

"Very well, my lad, I shall be sure to consult your interest as well asmy own. It will be very comfortable for us to have a team of our own. "

"It will seem strange to me, " said Tom, laughing. "What will they thinkat home when they hear that I have set up a carriage?"

"They might think it imprudent to invest all you had in that way; butwe'll make money out of it yet, or I am sorely mistaken. "

The next morning, while Tom and Ferguson were at work, Kent came up tothem. 

"What have you decided about the team?" he asked. 

"We are not willing to pay four hundred dollars, " said Ferguson. 

"That's a fair price. "

"It may be, but it will take all the money Tom and I can raise. You knowit wouldn't be quite prudent for us to part with all our funds. "

"I will take a note for part of the money, " said Kent. 

"That's very considerate of you, but scarcely prudent. "

"Then don't you want it at all?" asked Kent, disappointed. 

"Yes; we are prepared with an offer. We'll give you three hundreddollars. "

Kent shook his head. 

"That's too little, " he said. 

Ferguson remained silent. He wished to give Kent time to reflect uponhis offer. 

"Have you sold these claims of yours?" asked Kent, after a pause. 

"No. "

"Then add them to your offer, and I accept it. "

This proposal struck Ferguson favorably. They could not carry away theirclaims, and very possibly no other purchaser might offer, as, except asregards location, other places along the river-bank could be had withoutcost. 

"What do you say, Tom?" asked Ferguson. 

"I agree if you do, Mr. Ferguson. "

"Then it's a bargain, Mr. Kent. I hope it'll prove satisfactory to bothof us. "

"I don't think you'll regret it. It's a good speculation. "

When the two friends had settled for their purchase, Tom paying onehundred and Ferguson two hundred dollars, our hero found himself leftwith twenty dollars, or its equivalent in gold-dust, while his companionhad about one hundred and fifty left over. 

"We shall go off in style, " said Tom; "riding in our own carriage. Butthere's one thing I have been thinking of. I want to send a hundreddollars home as soon as I get the chance. Suppose we can't sell theteam?"

"Have no fears about that, Tom. I'll lend you the money if that is thecase; but, mark my word, we shan't have it left on our hands, of thatyou may be sure. "

The night before they were to start Lawrence Peabody dropped in. He waslooking down in the mouth. 

"How does the world use you, Mr. Peabody?" inquired Tom. 

"Fortune is against me, " said Peabody. "I'm tired of River Bend. "

Tom glanced at his companion. He could guess what was coming. 

"Won't you take me with you, Tom?" entreated the young Bostonian. 

"You must ask Mr. Ferguson. He is the head of our party. "

Peabody looked appealingly towards Ferguson, but the Scotchman shook hishead. 

"You mustn't be offended, Mr. Peabody, " he said, "when I tell you thatyou are responsible for your own bad luck. You have had just as good achance as Tom or I. "

"Your claim was better. "

"There was no difference that I can see, except that we worked, and youdidn't. You don't expect gold to come to you?"

"You and Tom are more used to hard work than I, " murmured Peabody. 

"If you did not feel able to work, you should not have come toCalifornia. A man must work harder here than at home, and then he standsa chance of succeeding better. "

"Then you won't take me?" asked Peabody, sadly. 

"Are you in debt to Captain Fletcher for board?"

Peabody reluctantly admitted that he was, but had no idea how much heowed. 

"Fletcher tells me that he shall not trust you any longer. "

Lawrence Peabody looked frightened. 

"What shall I do?" he faltered. "I shall starve. "

"You can't blame the captain; he knows that you spend the little moneyyou do earn at the saloon. But he will give you a chance. There is noone to wash clothes in the camp, and we have all observed that you keepyours looking well. If you will set up a laundry, you can make moremoney than in any other way. "

"But then I should be a common washer-woman, " objected Peabody. "Whatwould my friends in Boston say?"

"They won't hear of it. Besides, a man can do here what he would not doat home. "

It may be stated here that Peabody, finding work absolutely needful, went into partnership with a Chinaman, who arrived at the camp a day ortwo later, and succeeded in making a fair living, which hitherto he hadbeen unable to do. After he was employed, his visits to the saloonbecame less frequent. At times he was disturbed by the fear that hisfriends at home might learn the character of his employment; apart fromthis he found his new business, with the income it yielded, notdistasteful. 

CHAPTER XIV. 

A NEW ACQUAINTANCE. 

Having made all necessary preparations, Ferguson and Tom set out ontheir way. They took a course differing somewhat from that chosen byJohn Miles, one object being to survey the country, and find, ifpossible, a suitable place for continuing their search for gold. Aftertheir three months' steady work both of our travellers were prepared toenjoy the journey. Their road was difficult at times, from itssteepness, and more than once they found it necessary, out ofconsideration for the horse, to get out and walk. But this only added tothe romantic charm of the trip. 

"It's like a constant picnic, " said Tom. "I should like to travel thisway for a year, if I did not feel the need of working. "

"We might tire of it after a while, " suggested Ferguson, --"in the rainyseason, for example. "

"That would not be so pleasant, to be sure, " Tom admitted. "Do you havesuch fine scenery in Scotland, Mr. Ferguson?"

"Our mountains are not so high, my lad, nor our trees so gigantic; butit's the associations that make them interesting. Every hill has alegend connected with it, and our great novelist, Walter Scott, hasinvested them with a charm that draws pilgrims from all parts of theworld to see them. Now this is a new country--beautiful, I grant, butwithout a history. Look around you, and you will see nothing to remindyou of man. It is nature on a grand scale, I admit, but the soul iswanting. "

"I like mountains, " said Tom, thoughtfully. "There is something grandabout them. "

"There are some famous mountains in your native State, New Hampshire, are there not, Tom?"

"Yes; but I have only seen them from a distance. They are not abovethirty miles away from where I was born; but poor people don't travel insearch of scenery, Mr. Ferguson. "

"No, my lad, and there's another thing I have noticed. We don't caremuch for the curiosities that are near us. The people about here, ifthere are any settled inhabitants, care nothing about the mountains, Idoubt. "

"That is true. In our village at home there is an old man nearly eightyyears old who has never visited the mountains, though he has lived nearthem all his life. "

"I can well believe it, my lad. But what is that?"

The sound which elicited this exclamation was a loud "Hollo!" evidentlyproceeding from some one in their rear. 

Both Tom and the Scotchman turned, and their eyes rested on a horsemanevidently spurring forward to overtake them. Tom, who was driving, reined in the horse, and brought him to a stop. The horseman was sooneven with them. 

He was evidently a Yankee. All Yankees do not carry about with them anunmistakable certificate of their origin, but Ebenezer Onthank was atypical New Englander. His face was long and thin, his expression shrewdand good-natured, his limbs were long and ungainly. In later life, withthe addition of forty or fifty pounds of flesh, he would be muchimproved in appearance. 

"Good-morning, gentlemen, " said he. "It seems kinder good to see a humanface again. It ain't very populous round here, is it?"

"We haven't seen any large towns, " said Tom, smiling. 

"Where are you steerin'?" inquired the Yankee. "I'm expectin' to fetchup at San Francisco some time, if I don't get lost in the woods. "

"That is our destination, my friend, " returned Ferguson. 

"Would you mind my joining your party?" asked Onthank. "It's lonesometravelin' by one's self without a soul to speak to. "

"We shall be glad of your company, " said the Scotchman, sincerely, for, though naturally cautious, he could not suspect the new-comer ofanything which would make him an undesirable companion. 

"Perhaps you'd like to know who I am, " said the new acquaintance. "Myname is Ebenezer Onthank, from Green Mountain Mills, in Vermont. Myfather is deacon of the Baptist Church at home. "

"I suppose you will take his place when you get older, " said Tom, gravely. 

"No, I guess not. I wonder what Susan Jones would say to my bein' adeacon!" and Ebenezer burst into a loud laugh. 

"Is Miss Jones a particular friend of yours?" asked Tom, slyly. 

"I should say she was. Why, I expect to marry her when I get home. "

"I congratulate you. "

"Don't be too fast. We ain't hitched yet. Say, boy, where do you comefrom?"

"From Vernon, in New Hampshire. "

"You don't say! Why, that ain't more'n fifty miles from Green MountainMills; cu'rus we should meet so fur away from hum, ain't it? When didyou start?"

"Seven or eight months ago. "

"I've been in California six months. Does that gentleman come from yourtown?"

"My friend, " answered the Scotchman, not without a touch of pride, "I amnot an American; I am from the Highlands of Scotland. "

"You be? Sho! Well, of course you can't help that. "

"Help it, sir? I am proud of hailing from the land of Scott and Burns. "

"Well, I guess it's a pretty nice sort of country, " said Mr. Onthank, patronizingly. "I guess you'll like America best, though. "

"I am by no means sure of that, my friend, " said Ferguson, a littlenettled. "America's all very well, but--"

"Why, you could put Scotland into its waist-coat pocket, and there'd beplenty of room left, " said Ebenezer, energetically. 

"I admit that, as regards size, Scotland cannot compare with thiscountry. "

"Say, have you got mountains as high as them, or trees as high as that?"pointing to a gigantic redwood. 

"No; but size is not everything. "

"That's so. Vermont is a little State, but she's smart, I tell you. Butyou haven't told me your names yet. "

"I am called Donald Ferguson, Mr. Onthank. My young friend here answersto the name of Thomas Nelson. "

"Commonly called Tom, " added our hero, smiling. 

"Why, I've got a brother Tom, " said Mr. Onthank. "Cu'rus, isn't it?"

Considering that Tom is by no means an uncommon name, it could hardly becalled very remarkable, but Tom politely assented. 

"Is he older than I am?" he inquired. 

"Yes, my brother Tom is twenty-one years old. I expect he voted at thelast town-meeting. I'm four years older than Tom. "

"Have you been fortunate so far in California, Mr. Onthank?"

"Can't say I have. I guess I've wandered round too much. Been a sort ofrollin' stone; and my granny used to say that a rollin' stone gathers nomoss. I've got about enough money to get me to San Francisco, and I ownthis animal; but I haven't made a fortune yet. What luck have you twohad?"

"Pretty fair, but it will take a good while to make our fortunes. We ownthis team, and that's about all we do own. "

"A sort of an express wagon, isn't it?"

"Yes. "

"Ain't goin' into the express business, be you?"

"Probably not. We bought it on speculation. "

"That reminds me of old Sam Bailey in our town. He was always tradin'horses. Sometimes he made money, and then again he didn't. How much didyou give?"

Tom told him. 

"That was a pretty stiff price, wasn't it?"

"It would be considered so at home, but we hope to get a good deal more, when we come to sell it. "

Their new friend kept on with them, amusing them with his homelysayings, and original views of things. His conversation beguiled thetedium of the journey, so that all were surprised when the shadowsdeepened, and supper-time came. Selecting a favorable place theyencamped for the night. 

CHAPTER XV. 

A GRIZZLY BEAR. 

Ebenezer Onthank was an early riser. He had been brought up on a farm, where, during a part of the year it was the custom for the "menfolks" torise between four and five o'clock in the morning to begin the labors ofthe day. His old habit clung to him, and at five o'clock, when Tom andFerguson were yet asleep, Mr. Onthank sprang from his leafy couchrefreshed and vigorous. 

Seeing his companions yet sleeping, he concluded to take a walk. 

"It'll give me an appetite for breakfast, " thought he, "and a chance tosee something of the country. "

As to the appetite, Ebenezer was generally well provided. Indeed, latterly his appetite had exceeded his means of gratifying it, and morethan once he had longed to be back at his old home in the Vermontfarm-house, where the table was always generously, if not elegantly, furnished. If Ebenezer had a special weakness it was for doughnuts, which he called nut-cakes. 

"If I only had a few of marm's nut-cakes, " he had said the night beforeto his new-found friends, "I'd be a happy man. "

"What are nut-cakes?" asked the Scotchman, puzzled. 

"Don't you know what nut-cakes are?" inquired Ebenezer, astonished atFerguson's ignorance. 

"I never heard of them before, " said Ferguson. 

"Well, I declare! I thought everybody knew what nut-cakes are, "ejaculated the Yankee. "Don't you ever make 'em in Scotland?"

"Not that I ever heard. "

"Then you don't know what is good. You know what they are, Tom?"

"Oh, yes, " said Tom, smiling. "We often have them at home. Perhaps Mr. Ferguson would understand better if he heard them called doughnuts orcrullers. "

Thus defined Mr. Ferguson acknowledged that he had heard of them, and hethought he had once tasted one. Scotland, however, fell considerably inthe estimation of Mr. Onthank, when he learned that his favorite articleof food was almost unknown in that distant country. 

"You Scotchmen don't know what is good, " he said. "If you ever come toGreen Mountain Mills, I'll get marm to fry a batch of nut-cakes, andyou'll say they're goloptious. "

This last word was not familiar to Ferguson, but the smack of the lipswith which it was accompanied made it sufficiently intelligible. Heassured Ebenezer politely that he hoped some day to accept his kindinvitation. 

When Ebenezer left the camp he had no definite plan of exploration. Everything was alike new to him, and it mattered little in whatdirection his steps led him. It was a charming morning. The sun hadrisen, and hill and valley were glorified by its slanting rays. The airwas bracing, and Ebenezer, though neither a poet nor a sentimentalist, felt his spirits rise, as with vigorous steps he strode on, letting hiseyes wander at will over the landscape. 

"Looks kinder han'some, " he said to himself. "I wish Susan Jones waswith me now. Gals like to walk round and look at scenery, and pickflowers, and so on. As for me, a good field of corn suits me better thanall the flowers in the world. They're only good to smell of; out herethough I'd like a good 'claim' best. It seems cu'rus to think how muchmoney you can get sometimes from a hole in the ground. Beats cornfieldsfor profit, by a great sight, if you only get hold of the right place. Ijust wish I could find a big nugget, as big as my head. I guess it wouldmake me the richest man in Green Mountain Mills. I'd be a bigger manthan the old deacon. They'd be glad to make me selectman, and perhapssend me to Montpelier after a while to make laws. Well, there's noknowin' what may turn up. Why shouldn't I light on a nugget as well asthe next man?"

In this pleasant channel the thoughts of our Yankee adventurer wererunning as he strode over the uneven ground, with all the vigor gainedby his hardy training. But his walk was destined to be interrupted in adecidedly unpleasant manner. All at once he became conscious of a hugeobject, scarcely thirty yards distant, whose attention he had alreadyattracted. Mr. Onthank had been long enough in California to recognizein the huge, unwieldy figure--a grizzly bear!

Ebenezer Onthank was no coward, but it must be admitted that when he sawthe eyes of the grizzly fixed upon him he turned pale, and his limbstrembled. He had heard from fellow-miners stories of the great strengthand ferocity of this most formidable beast. The grizzly bear shows nofear of man. He is always ready to make an attack, even when notstimulated by hunger. Even the lion is crafty and cunning, and likes toattack his enemy unawares; but the grizzly boldly advances to the attackwithout seeking to surprise his adversary. If out of humor it makes noaccount of odds, but will as readily attack a party as a single foe. Col. Albert S. Evans, the author of an interesting volume, containingsketches of life in California, says, "I am satisfied that an averagegrizzly could at any time whip the strongest African lion in a fairstand-up fight, while a full-grown bull is no more to him than a rat isto the largest house-cats. "

Twenty-five years ago the grizzly was to be found in various parts ofCalifornia. As the State has become settled his haunts have becomecontracted, but even now, as the writer just quoted assures us, he isstill found in great numbers in the Coast Range Mountains from San Diegoto Del Norte. In describing Samson, a famous specimen once on exhibitionin San Francisco, we are told that "his strength was that of anelephant, and his claws, eight inches in length, curved like a rainbowand sharp as a knife, would enable him to tear open anything made offlesh and blood as you or I would open a banana. "

Such was the new acquaintance who confronted Mr. Onthank, and barredhis progress. 

"Jerusalem!" ejaculated the surprised and dismayed Yankee, and heinstinctively felt for his rifle. But, alas! he had left it in the camp. It was thoughtless and imprudent to venture out unarmed; but the scenewas so quiet and peaceful that no thought of danger had entered the mindof our unlucky friend. 

The bear sat upon his haunches, and stared at the intruder. Ebenezer, brought to a stand-still, returned his gaze. They were less than ahundred feet apart, and the situation was decidedly critical. 

"I guess he wants to chaw me up for his breakfast, " thought Ebenezer, despairingly, "and I don't see what I can do to prevent it. "

The bear, however, seemed in no hurry to commence the attack. Hesurveyed our Yankee with dignified gravity, conscious that he had him atadvantage. When Ebenezer felt for his rifle he uttered a low growl, being possibly aware of his purpose. Possibly he laughed in his sleeve(some of my young critics may suggest that bears have no sleeves) at hisfailure. 

Ebenezer looked about him despairingly. No man will surrender atdiscretion to a grizzly, for he can hope for no mercy. But what could bedone? Once subjected to the terrible hug, and the life would be crushedout of him in less than a minute. 

"If Ferguson and Tom were only here!" thought poor Ebenezer. 

But the camp was at least two miles away, and his two companions, unconscious of his terrible peril, were calmly sleeping, and not likelyto awaken till he was a crushed and bleeding corpse. 

In great crises the mind travels rapidly. I shall not attempt to recordthe thoughts that chased one another through the mind of the lucklessadventurer. But they were by no means pleasant. 

"I shall never see Green Mountain Mills again, " he thought, with aninward groan. "I shall never marry Susan Jones, or eat any of marm'snut-cakes. If I only had my rifle here, I'd make one effort for my life. I'd spoil the beauty of that ugly devil anyhow. "

Still, as if charmed, he stood staring open-eyed at the grizzly. 

Bruin, deciding that this had lasted long enough, began in a slow anddignified manner to approach the intruder upon his solitude. 

This broke the charm. With a wild shout Ebenezer Onthank took to hisheels and flew over the ground at a rate of speed which Weston, thechampion runner, would scarcely be able to equal. 

The grizzly accepted the challenge, and increased his own speed, developing an activity hardly to be expected of his huge and unwieldyform. 

It was man against beast, with the odds decidedly in the favor of thelatter. 

CHAPTER XVI. 

UP A TREE. 

The race between the Yankee and the bear was an exciting one, to theformer at least. He was fleet of foot, and in a hundred yards' dashwould have won without great difficulty; but in wind and endurance thegrizzly excelled him. So, as the race continued, Mr. Onthank, lookingback from time to time, was painfully conscious that his enemy wasgaining upon him. The perspiration came out upon his face in largedrops, and he panted painfully. He felt that the chances were againsthim, and he could almost feel in advance the fatal hug which wouldslowly press the life out of him. As he felt his strength failing helooked around him despairingly. Just before him was a moderate-sizedtree. Though he knew that bears can climb, he gathered his remainingstrength, seized a low hanging branch, and swung himself up just intime to avoid his persistent foe, who was close upon his heels. He didnot tarry where he was, but climbed higher up, until from a height oftwenty feet he could look down upon the bear. 

Bruin looked up placidly, but did not begin to climb at once. Probablyhe was fatigued with his race. Moreover he knew that his intended victimcould not get away. The latter was emphatically and literally "treed. "The bear sat upon his haunches and complacently regarded the Yankee. 

Ebenezer Onthank made himself as comfortable as he could under thecircumstances. He was by no means easy in mind, however. He was "holdingthe fort, " it is true; but the enemy was in force outside, and evidentlyintended to remain. Worse still, he would probably after a while climbthe tree, and this would bring matters to a crisis. 

"You pesky critter! Why don't you go along about your business?"exclaimed the unhappy adventurer, shaking his fist at the foe. 

Bruin deigned no reply, but continued to survey him with steady, unwinking eyes. 

"If I only had a gun, I'd pepper you, " continued Ebenezer. "I shouldlike to put a bullet into that impudent eye of yours. "

Though the bear had never received an English education, his instinctprobably enabled him to understand the feelings of his intended victim, but he remained as placid as ever. 

So an hour passed. At the end of that time the situation remainedunchanged. The unfortunate Yankee was getting hungry, as well as tiredof his somewhat constrained position. Bears probably have more patiencethan the human family, for Bruin had scarcely moved, except occasionallyto wag his great head. He felt that in the game that was being played itwas his adversary's turn to make the next move. 

"I wish Tom and the Scotchman would find me out, " thought Onthank. "Whaton earth makes them sleep so late?" he continued, irritably. "They mustbe naturally lazy. "

He may be excused for feeling irritated, though there was no particularreason to expect his two friends to curtail their hours of slumberbecause he had done so. But he was not in a position where it is easy tobe reasonable, and in his situation every minute seemed to him as longas five. 

Meanwhile, in the camp, a mile away, Tom and Ferguson had awakened. 

"How did you sleep, Tom?" asked the Scotchman. 

"Tip-top. Did you rest well?"

"I have a gift of sleep, " replied Ferguson. "But where is our Yankeefriend?"

"I suppose he has taken an early walk, " said Tom. "He will be backbefore long, I guess. We'd better not wait breakfast for him. I'm hungryfor one. "

The two friends proceeded to break their fast, washing down the ratherstale provisions with water from a spring near by. 

"I wish it were coffee, " said Tom. "I'm tired of cold water. "

"Doubtless the coffee would be more gratifying to the palate, Tom; butit's likely the water is better for the health. "

"I suppose you would refuse a cup of hot coffee, Mr. Ferguson, if itwere offered you, " said Tom, smiling. 

"I don't say that, Tom. I would risk its effect upon my health for once. But, as we haven't got it, we may as well make the best of what wehave. "

Soon after their simple meal, which did not consume much time, Tomsuggested to his companion that they set out in search of Mr. Onthank. He did not suspect that their missing companion was in trouble, but hethought that it would be pleasant to take a walk. 

"You can go, if you like, Tom, " said Ferguson, with characteristiccaution. "I will remain behind to look after the camp. "

"All right, Mr. Ferguson. I'll soon be back. "

"Don't go too far away, my lad; and mind your bearings, so that you canfind your way back. "

"Never fear, Mr. Ferguson. It wouldn't be very easy to be lost here. I'll keep my eyes open, and bring Mr. Onthank back with me if I see himanywhere. "

Ferguson sat down, and indulged himself in reading, probably for thehundredth time, Walter Scott's Marmion, of which he had a small pocketedition; while Tom went on his way. 

A fortunate chance directed our hero by an almost straight course to thevery tree where Ebenezer Onthank was still perched with the grizzlystanding guard beneath. From time to time he looked about him anxiously, in the hope of seeing the approach of one of his travelling companions. 

It was with a feeling of joy, not wholly unmingled with anxiety, that hedescried Tom descending a hillock not many rods away. As yet it wasevident that our hero had not caught sight of the bear and his prisoner. It was very necessary to put him on his guard. 

"Tom!" shouted Mr. Onthank, at the top of his voice. 

Tom heard the call in spite of the distance, and looked about him, butdid not immediately catch sight of the speaker. It did not occur to himto look upwards. 

"Tom!" shouted the Yankee again. "Here I am. Look up in the tree. "

That time Tom's glance detected his companion, and, not yet havingdiscovered the bear, he was led to wonder why Mr. Onthank had climbedthe tree. As he was advancing incautiously, Onthank shouted again, "There's a cursed grizzly under the tree. Don't come too near. "

Tom saw the bear, and he paused suddenly. He was startled in truth, forhe had been long enough in California to be aware that it was adangerous beast. 

"Isn't Ferguson with you?" asked Onthank, anxiously, for he knew that aboy of sixteen, even if armed, was no match for the king of theCalifornia sierras. 

"No, he's behind in the camp, " shouted Tom, in reply. 

By this time the bear became aware that there was a second intruderwithin his precincts. He turned his head deliberately and surveyed ourhero. It is not within the range of the author to read the thoughts of agrizzly, but, from the indifference with which he turned away andresumed his watch, it may be inferred that he considered Tom too smallgame to merit his attention. This was rather satisfactory to our younghero, who was not ambitious to come in close quarters with so formidablean antagonist. 

Startled as he was, Tom maintained his ground. He wanted to helpOnthank; but he did not know how to do it. 

"What can I do to help you, Mr. Onthank?" shouted Tom. 

"Blamed if I know, " answered the Yankee, helplessly. "I wish Fergusonwere here. It won't do for you to attack the beast single-handed. "

"Shall I go back for Ferguson?" asked Tom. 

"I don't know; how far away is the camp?"

"It must be as much as a mile. "

"While you are away the brute may take it into his head to climb thetree, and then I am gone up. "

"Haven't you any weapon?"

"No. "

"I'll fire at the bear if you say so. "

"It would be of no use. If you missed, or only grazed him, he would makefor you. "

"I wish you had my rifle, " said Tom. 

"So do I. I'd let him have it straight in the eye. Have you hadbreakfast?"

"Yes. "

"I'm as hungry as a bear--as this bear who probably wants me for hisbreakfast. O Tom, if I was only back at Green Mountain Mills once more, I'd be content to live and die there, and all the gold in Californiawouldn't bring me out here again. "

Tom stood silent and perplexed. While he was considering whether hecould do anything to help his friend, the bear slowly rose, approachedthe tree, and, grasping it between his paws, prepared to climb. He wasevidently tired of waiting. 

"He's coming, Tom!" shouted Onthank. "O Lord, what shall I do?"

CHAPTER XVII. 

AN EXCITING PURSUIT. 

Mr Onthank's reflections when the grizzly was slowly but steadilyclimbing the tree were by no means pleasant. 

"If he once grips me, I am gone, " he said, despairingly. 

"Shall I shoot?" asked Tom, looking on in excitement. 

"You might hit me, " said Ebenezer, who knew nothing of Tom's skill as amarksman. 

"No, I won't. "

"I think I'll swing off, " said the Yankee, "and join you. "

Whether this was or was not a wise thing to do Tom did not feelqualified to decide. It was evident that Onthank must do somethingspeedily, or he would be in the power of the bear. He waited nervouslytill Bruin was uncomfortably near, and then, seizing the branch withhis hands, swung to the ground. The height was considerable, and thefall jarred him; but, quickly recovering himself, he ran towards Tom. 

"Now we must run for our lives, Tom, " he said, suiting the action to theword. 

Tom fully understood the necessity, and followed suit, first hazarding aglance at the discomfited bear. 

When the grizzly witnessed the escape of his victim he showed noexcitement, nor did he accelerate his motions. He began deliberately toback down the tree. This required some little time, which Tom and hisfriend made the most of. 

"Give me your rifle, " said Onthank. 

"I'd rather keep it, " said Tom. 

"I can make better use of it, " said the Yankee. 

"I don't know about that, " said Tom. "At any rate I will keep it. "

He felt that it was hardly reasonable to expect him, in the presence ofsuch a danger, to give up his only instrument of defence. 

"You are only a boy, " said his companion, discontented. 

"I can shoot, " answered Tom, briefly. 

Onthank was not in general an unreasonable man, but danger makes menselfish. 

"Give it to me, " he said, in a tone of authority, and he tried to wrestit from Tom's hands. 

"You shall not have it, " exclaimed Tom, indignantly. "Take away yourhand, or I'll shoot you!"

Of course Tom was excited, and would not have carried out his threat, but he was fully resolved to stand up for his rights. 

Whether Ebenezer would have yielded the point, being stronger than Tom, is uncertain; but our hero shouted "Look out for the bear!" and theYankee, in alarm, released his hold, and the two entered upon a race, inwhich the Yankee's superior length of limb enabled him to keep the firstplace. 

Bruin was now on terra firma, and was on his way, wagging his greathead, developing an alarming rate of speed. Tom was somewhat hamperedby the weapon which he carried, and he was getting out of breath. Onthank was three or four rods ahead of him. The situation had changed, and it was now Tom that was in the greater peril. 

"Don't give out, Tom!" called out Ebenezer, encouragingly. 

"I won't, " gasped Tom, "if I can help it. "

"Is he gaining on us?"

"Yes, " returned our hero. 

"Then I'll try another tree, " said Onthank, and he caught a branch, andclambered up into a tree quite similar to the other in which he had beenbesieged. 

Tom would gladly have followed his example, but the branch was too highfor him to reach readily, and the grizzly was too near to give himadequate time. Poor boy! He began to despair, and was at an utter losswhat to do. To face round and fire at the foe seemed about all that wasleft him, but he wanted to reserve his fire to the last. He caught sightof another tree, of a larger trunk than the one which Onthank hadascended, and ran towards it, pursued by the grizzly. Then commenced adodging game, which seemed to afford but a brief respite fromdestruction. 

"This can't last long, " thought poor Tom. "I suppose I must die. "

In that brief time of peril many thoughts passed through his mind. Todie at his age would be sad enough; but the thought that his expeditionwould be a failure, only involving his father deeper in difficulty anddebt chiefly troubled him. The mortgage would be foreclosed, and hisfather and whole family deprived of their humble home. Onthank watchedthe boy's peril, unable to give him assistance. To do him justice healmost forgot his own danger in the more apparent and immediate peril ofhis young companion. 

"Be careful!" he shouted, quite needlessly. "Don't let him grip you. Give it to him right in the eye. "

Tom was so absorbed, and his mind so painfully occupied by his effortsto keep out of his enemy's clutches, that he was not conscious of thewarning. 

Active and alert as he was, the result was hardly a matter of doubt. Hewould tire sooner than the bear, and if he ran again he was sure to beovertaken. This, however, was what he did. Of course the grizzlyinstantly pursued him. Poor Tom breathed a prayer for help, though thereseemed no chance of his prayer being answered; but sometimes God sendsassistance when there seems no chance of escape. 

The galloping of a horse was heard. There was a whirling sound, andBruin, already within two yards of Tom, was jerked back, and brought toa stand-still by a lasso which wound about his neck. A shout caused Tomsuddenly to turn his head, and to his joy he saw a mounted Mexican_vaquero_, who had brought him timely relief. 

Bruin growled angrily on finding himself balked of his prey. He was notdisposed to yield to his new antagonist. Rising and sitting on hishaunches he began coolly to draw in the lasso, against the combinedstrength of man and horse. The muscular force of a big grizzly issimply enormous. Usually he is attacked from two sides, two lassos beingthrown around him. For a single antagonist he is sometimes more than amatch, as seemed likely in the present case. The _rieta_ being attachedto the pommel of the saddle, of course the bear, in pulling as he did, hand over hand, steadily brought the _vaquero_ and his steed nearer. Thehorse, terrified, trembled in every limb, and tried to rear; but hisstrength was as nothing when opposed to the steady power of his massiveantagonist. 

Relieved from the immediate attentions of the grizzly, Tom did notcontinue to run, but stood still, and, forgetting his own peril, remained an excited spectator of the struggle between the bear and the_vaquero_. 

The Mexican in an excited manner shouted to him to shoot. This broughtTom to a sense of his duty. A third person had been brought into dangerby an effort to give him assistance, and he was too manly to leave himto his fate. He raised his rifle, and, taking quick aim, fired. Ouryoung hero was of course inexperienced, and it was only by a piece ofgood fortune that his bullet inflicted a serious wound, striking thebear in the throat. The blood began to flow and the grizzly, growlingfiercely, slackened his hold on the lasso. The _vaquero_ followed upTom's shot by another, equally effective, and the powerful animaldropped to the ground, dangerous still if approached, but unfitted forpursuit. 

The _vaquero_ reined his horse back, and his dark face became illuminedwith a smile of satisfaction. 

"He will do no more harm, " he said in good English, but with a foreignaccent. "The danger is over. "

"Is the critter used up?" shouted Onthank, cautiously, from his elevatedperch. "Is he defunct?"

"He soon will be, " answered Tom. "I guess it will be safe to come down. "

Ebenezer Onthank needed no second invitation. He "shinned" down the treein a manner not unlike the grizzly, and approached the spot where thehuge foe was lying, the life-blood flowing from his throat. 

"I'd like to kick you, you big brute!" said Mr. Onthank. 

The bear slowly turned upon him his glazing eyes, and they expressed somuch ferocity that almost involuntarily the Yankee drew back. The bearpartly raised himself, and tried to drag himself towards hisadversaries; but the effort was vain. 

"He is one of the largest I have seen, " said the _vaquero_. "See howstrong he is!"

"It was lucky for me that you came up, " said Tom. "He was almost uponme. "

"I had about given you up, Tom, " said Onthank, "and I thought my turnwas coming next. "

"We are much indebted to you, sir, " said Tom, gratefully, to theMexican. "You have saved my life. "

The _vaquero_ courteously expressed his satisfaction, and, remountinghis horse, resumed his journey. 

"I never want to see another grizzly, " said Onthank. "This one is enoughfor me, darn his ugly pictur'!"

"I quite agree with you, Mr. Onthank, " said Tom. 

CHAPTER XVIII. 

TOM'S OLD HOME. 

Leaving Tom for a time, we will cross the continent, and, a littleearlier in point of time, look in upon Mark Nelson and his family attheir humble home in New Hampshire. 

For years Mr. Nelson had been struggling to provide a comfortable livingfor his wife and children. The struggle was not an easy one. His smallfarm was sterile, and yielded grudgingly its annual crops. Then themortgage held by Squire Hudson imposed a burden of interest very hard tomeet. Each half year sixty-six dollars must be raised somehow to satisfythe squire's demand. Though a rich man, with ready money in plenty, henever failed to call for his money on the very day it was due. Once ortwice he had granted a delay of a day or two; but his manner was sounpleasant that the farmer, except from dire necessity, was hardlylikely to ask a renewal of the favor. 

The six months immediately following Tom's departure from home were notfavorable to his father. There was a drought of considerable duration, which made the crops smaller than usual, and thus materially decreasedthe farmer's income. When the semi-annual interest became due, with themost energetic effort Mark Nelson had got together but thirty-sixdollars towards it, leaving a deficit of thirty dollars. 

"I feel anxious about to-morrow, Mary, " he said, as the little familysat together the night before in the plain sitting-room. "I have neverbeen so much behindhand before with the interest. "

"How much do you lack, Mark?" asked Mrs. Nelson. 

"Thirty dollars. "

"That is a good deal of money, " said his wife, gravely. 

"Yes; I don't know where to raise it. If Squire Hudson were only alittle considerate. But he isn't, and, even if he were, I am afraidthere is no prospect of my raising the money at present. "

"You may get some money from Tom soon, " suggested Sarah. 

"I can't rely upon that. Tom will doubtless send when he is able, for heunderstands my circumstances, and is a thoughtful boy; but it is goingto take time for him to earn a surplus--enough to send on. "

"He may find a big nugget, " said Walter, the second boy, who eagerlyread the letters from California which from time to time appeared in theweekly paper. 

"He _may_, but the chances are against it. "

"I was reading in last week's paper about a man finding a nugget worthover two thousand dollars. "

"Such nuggets are as rare as large prizes in a lottery, I suspect, " saidMark Nelson, who had a large share of plain common-sense. 

Walter looked rather disappointed, having made up his mind that Tomwould certainly find a big lump of gold, and come home rich. 

"Don't you think Tom will find some gold?" he asked. 

"Yes, I have no doubt he will gather some gold-dust. I have no doubt, too, that he will earn more than he or I can do at home; but I haven'tmuch faith in these extraordinary pieces of good luck. "

"Still, Tom _may_ find a nugget, " persisted Walter. 

"Yes, he _may_, and I shall be very glad if he does; but we must notbuild too many air-castles on that chance. "

"I wish I could see the dear boy again, " sighed his mother, looking upfrom the stocking she was laboriously darning. 

"So do I, " said Walter. "He would have a lot to tell us. "

"California seems so far away, " resumed Mrs. Nelson, "and he has no onethere to look after him, and mend his clothes--"

"And darn his stockings, " said Walter, smiling. 

"If he walked all the way across the continent, " said Sarah, "I don'tbelieve he would have larger holes in his stockings than you have, Walter. "

"Oh, well, I exercise a good deal, " said Walter. "Ask father if Idon't. "

"Walter will be more successful as a farmer than as a scholar, " said Mr. Nelson. "He helps me a good deal. "

"Tom was a good scholar, " said Sarah, "and he was always ready to worktoo. Walter will never astonish or electrify the world by his learning. "

"I don't want to, " said her brother. "It isn't in my line. "

"That's true enough. "

"Don't tease Walter, " said Mrs. Nelson. "He helps your father a gooddeal, and he is not a dunce. "

"Thank you, mother, for taking my part. Sarah is going to be astrong-minded woman. I should not wonder if she came out as a lectureron 'Woman's Rights' some time. I think I see her, with a pair ofiron-bowed spectacles on her nose, and her back hair tied up in a bigknot, flinging her arms about, and--"

"That'll do, Walter, " said Sarah. "It is an unusually powerful effortfor you. I have no desire to lecture on 'Woman's Rights, ' though I thinkthey ought to have them all the same. "

"I guess you'll get yours. You'll make your husband stand round, if youever get one. "

Sarah laughed good-naturedly, and retorted, "I shall pity your wife, ifshe has to darn your stockings. "

The next day about dinner-time Squire Hudson walked up to the frontdoor, and knocked. His approach was witnessed, not without trepidation, for he was not an easy creditor. 

The squire looked about him searchingly as he entered. He suspected thatthe interest was not ready, and the farmer's grave face confirmed hissuspicions. That he was glad of this of course Mark Nelson did notdream, for he was not aware of his creditor's deep-laid plans. 

"A fine day!" said the squire, with suavity. "I hope you are well, Mrs. Nelson. "

"Pretty well, thank you, sir. "

"Have you heard from Tom lately?"

"Yes; he had just reached California. "

"Then of course he could not say anything of his prospects?"

"It was too soon. "

"You must miss him a good deal--all of you. "

"I am thinking of him all the time, " said Mrs. Nelson. 

"To be sure, that is natural in a mother. But if the boy does well, thatwill repay you hereafter. "

"If I only felt sure he would do well. "

"Oh, he is young and industrious. He will be sure to make his way. He'lllike it too. Why, my Sinclair envies him the chance of leaving home. Hewanted to go with him. "

"Sinclair would not like to go in the same way as Tom, with the prospectof having to work hard after he got there, " said Mark Nelson. 

"To be sure not, neighbor Nelson. My boy has never been brought up towork. My circumstances--ahem!--have not made it necessary. "

"Sinclair is fortunate in having a rich father, " said the farmer. 

"So I tell him, " said the squire, complacently. "His fortune is alreadymade. "

"What are you going to do with him, squire?"

"Oh, I shall make a professional man of him, --a lawyer, most likely, "said the rich man, complacently. "I can give him a suitable income tillhe gets into a paying practice. "

"That will be a good many years, " thought Sarah, "unless Sinclair worksharder than he has lately at school;" but the shrewd young lady keptthis thought to herself. 

One by one wife and children left the room, for it was well understoodthat the squire came on business, and would be likely to desire aprivate interview with the farmer. They went into the kitchen, closingthe door behind them, and awaited anxiously the result of theinterview. 

"I do hope Squire Hudson will be considerate, " said Mrs. Nelson, anxiously. 

"I am afraid he won't be, mother, " said Sarah. "He is a hard man. "

"Sinclair puts on no end of airs, " said Walter. "By the way he strutsround you would think he owned the whole town. You had better set yourcap for him, Sarah, for he will be rich some day. "

"I would rather be an old maid than marry him, " said Sarah, decidedly. 

"Very likely your wish will be gratified, " said her brother. 

Mrs. Nelson did not smile at this sally, for her mind was too full ofanxiety. 

CHAPTER XIX. 

A MODERN SHYLOCK. 

"I believe your interest falls due to-day, Mr. Nelson, " said the squire, when he found himself alone with his debtor. 

"Yes, " answered the farmer, slowly. It was not very likely to slip hismind. 

"I suppose you have the money ready, " continued the squire, who supposedno such thing. 

"I have a part of it ready, " said Mark Nelson, with an effort. 

"A part, " repeated his creditor, with a frown. 

"Yes; I can give you thirty-six dollars to-day. "

"_Only_ thirty-six dollars! The amount due is sixty-six. "

"I know it, Squire Hudson; but this has been a bad year for the farmers, as you probably know. Owing to the drought, my crops fell off at leastone quarter. "

"I can't help that, " said the squire, coldly. 

"If you will be a little patient, " said Mr. Nelson, uneasily. 

"Neighbor Nelson, " said his creditor, interrupting him, "I wish to askyou one question. When I lent you money on mortgage was there astipulation that if there was a drought I was to wait for my justinterest?"

"No, Squire Hudson. "

"To be sure not; I would not of course lend you money on any such terms. It was understood that my interest was to be paid semi-annually, --was itnot so?"

"Yes, but--"

"Wait a moment. You must certainly agree that I am entitled to promptpayment. A bargain is a bargain. "

"I don't dispute it, Squire Hudson, and I have tried to be ready foryou; but in spite of all my efforts I am thirty dollars short. "

"Do you expect me to be content with this explanation?"

"I think you are rather hard on me, squire. It isn't as if I had themoney and objected to pay. I am a poor man, but no one ever lost adollar by me; and I don't mean that any one shall, while I have my lifeand strength. "

"That's all very well, but it won't make up the thirty dollars in whichyou are delinquent. "

"What would you have me do? I cannot _make_ money. "

"I wouldn't give much for an investment when the interest is delayed. Itis no longer worth its face. If any of my railroad bonds defer theirusual interest they at once drop in value. "

"I know very little of railroad bonds, never having any money to investin them; but I think my farm will be full security for all the money Iowe you. "

"Suppose I should foreclose--you would consider it an unkind thing and agreat hardship, wouldn't you?"

"It would take away my means of supporting my family. I don't think youwould go to extremes, for the sake of thirty dollars. "

"It isn't the amount of money, neighbor Nelson, that is to beconsidered. It is the principle that is involved. "

This is a very common pretext with men who have made up their minds todo a mean thing. Generally speaking it is false, and the money is thefirst consideration. 

"Will you give me two months to pay the balance of interest?" asked MarkNelson. 

"What better prospect have you of being able to pay me then?"

"As soon as Tom has any money to send, he will remit to me. I think itprobable that I shall hear from him in the course of two months. "

"If that is your reliance, " said the squire, shrugging his shoulders, "Iam afraid you are leaning upon a broken reed. I know boys pretty well, and I fancy Tom will find a use for all the money he earns. "

"You don't know him, Squire Hudson. He is a very conscientious boy, andunderstands very well the sacrifice I made in raising money to send himto California. He is not very likely to forget that. "

"It seems to me that the sacrifice was mine, " said the squire, with ahalf sneer. "If I remember rightly, I advanced the money which he tookaway with him. "

Mark Nelson flushed, and he answered warmly, "You did advance the money, Squire Hudson, but I gave you security for it. "

"And the very first interest that has come due you are not prepared tomeet. You can't blame me for feeling a little doubt as to the wisdom ofmy advance. "

"Are you very much in need of the thirty dollars?" asked Mr. Nelson, nettled at the squire's tone. 

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Is it subjecting you to any great inconvenience to wait a couple ofmonths for it? That is what I mean. "

"My circumstances are not such, " returned the squire, haughtily, "as tomake me feel even the loss of thirty dollars. "

"I wish I could say the same, but I cannot. Since, then, it willoccasion you no inconvenience, I ask you as a favor that you will letthe balance rest for two months. "

Squire Hudson saw that he was cornered; but none the less was hedisposed to yield the point. He even felt provoked with the farmer forhaving forced from him an acknowledgment that he did not need the moneyhe so persistently demanded. 

"I told you before, " he said, "that it was not the amount of money, butthe principle, that I care for. You cannot have forgotten this. "

"I don't see how any principle is involved, Squire Hudson. "

"You look at the matter solely from a debtor's point of view. If youheld the mortgage, instead of myself, you would change your view veryquickly. "

"I don't think I should, " said the farmer, slowly. "I would beconsiderate to a poor neighbor, even if it did inconvenience me alittle. "

"The poor neighbor should not have borrowed money on which he was unableto pay interest, " said Squire Hudson, severely. 

"How could I anticipate the drought that has diminished my crops?" saidMark Nelson, with spirit. 

"That is neither here nor there. You knew that the interest must bepaid, drought or no drought, crop or no crop. "

"I cannot argue with you further, since you refuse to considercircumstances over which I have had no control. You refuse to grant meany delay?"

"I do. "

"Since I have not the money to pay you, will you tell me what yourequire?"

"How many cows do you keep?"

"Three. "

"You can give me one of these, and I will consider it an equivalent forthe thirty dollars. "

"Do you require this?" asked the farmer, uneasily. 

"Yes; unless you have some other satisfactory arrangement to propose. "

"I am afraid I have nothing else which you would regard as satisfactory. The loss of a cow will diminish my income. Instead of three, I ought tohave four or five. I shouldn't like to be reduced to two. "

"Very likely not; but an honest man is willing to make a sacrifice inorder to meet his just liabilities. Besides, you expect to have themoney, you say, in a couple of months. When it has come, you may haveyour cow back, on paying two months' interest on the deferred payment. That is only fair. "

"Say no more, Squire Hudson, " said the farmer. "I must, of course, consent to this arrangement since you insist upon it. How soon do youwish for the cow?"

"You had better let your son Walter drive it over this afternoon. "

"He is losing no time, " thought Mark Nelson, bitterly. "He does not evenappear to be willing that I should have the benefit of this night'smilking. "

"You may send me Whiteface, " continued Squire Hudson, who knew that thiswas the most valuable of the three cows. 

"That is my best cow, " protested the farmer "That makes littledifference, as you expect to redeem it in two months. "

Mark Nelson was silent. He felt indignant with Squire Hudson for hiscruel exaction; but he felt that he was in his power, and that he mustsubmit to his exactions. 

"You will attend to this matter?" asked the squire, as he rose andprepared to go. 

"Yes, " answered the farmer, coldly. 

When his creditor was gone he went into the kitchen and acquainted thefamily with what had passed. Great were the grief and indignation of thechildren, and Walter expressed a desire that Squire Hudson might loseall his property as a fitting reward for his meanness. 

"Heaven help me if I can't meet the next interest!" said Mark Nelson, later in the day, to his wife. 

"Don't be too much troubled about the future, Mark, " said his wife, whowas of a more hopeful temperament than her husband; "I am sure that youwill get some help from Tom before six months are over. "

"I hope so, " answered her husband; but for the rest of the day he wasvery grave. 

Walter drove over Whiteface, at his father's request; but he came nearcrying, stout boy as he was, at the loss of the faithful animal whichhis father had reared from a calf. 

CHAPTER XX. 

AT SACRAMENTO. 

After his escape from the grizzly Tom had no further adventures of anexciting character. One afternoon he and his companions arrived atSacramento. It was but a small settlement, but was more town-like thanany place they had yet seen in California. They drove to a two-storyframe building, which was the chief hotel in the town. Taking theprecaution to inquire the price of board and lodging, they were dismayedby the extravagance of the charges. Tom saw that his reserve fund oftwenty dollars would scarcely last him forty-eight hours. 

"I can't stay here, Mr. Ferguson, " he said. "I will take my chances andcamp out, if necessary. "

"I agree with you, lad; I'm not inclined to waste my substance onluxurious living. "

"There won't be much luxurious living, I guess, " said Ebenezer Onthank, who, with Yankee curiosity, had already visited the kitchen and obtainedsome idea of the fare to be expected. "I kin get better board at GreenMountain Mills for three dollars a week, and folks are darned glad toaccommodate you for that price. These chaps seem to think and act as ifwe were made of money. "

"I wish some of your Green Mountain Mills boarding-houses were here, "said Tom. "I could save plenty of money then. "

"Well, gentlemen, do you want to stay here?" inquired the landlord. 

"We'd like to, squire, but not bein' millionaires I guess we'll have toput it off till times are better. "

"Just as you say, " said the landlord, indifferently. "There's otherswaiting for the only room I have empty. " Then, noticing for the firsttime the express wagon which Tom had left outside, he asked, in a toneof interest, "Who owns that team?"

"It belongs to this boy and myself, " answered Ferguson. 

"Where did it come from?"

"The States. "

"You don't want to sell, do you?"

Tom was about to reply in the affirmative, but the Scot, more shrewd, answered indifferently, "We may sell it when we get to San Francisco. "

"I need just such a team as that, " said the landlord, eagerly. "I'llgive you a good price for it. You can go down the river to Frisco. "

"I suppose we might, " said Ferguson, slowly, "if it was worth ourwhile. "

"What'll you take, cash down?" inquired the landlord, earnestly. 

"Nay, my friend, I prefer to hear your views as to the price. "

"I will give you eight hundred dollars for the wagon. "

This was certainly an excellent profit, for but three hundred had beenpaid for horse and wagon. Tom's heart beat fast with excitement, for heremembered that one-third of the money would come to him. If it haddepended upon him he would have clinched the bargain at once, but hewisely left the matter in the hands of his companion and partner. 

"That seems a fair offer, " said Ferguson; "but I think we may as wellwait till we reach San Francisco. Besides, we want to sell the horse, too. "

"I will give you a thousand dollars for the two, " said the landlord. 

A man with his pantaloons tucked in his boots, a coarse woolen shirt, and a wide-brimmed sombrero, which overshadowed a face bearing a beardof a week's growth, was leaning against the door-post. 

"Landlord, " said he, "I see your price, and I'll go two hundred better. "

Tom stared at the speaker in surprise. He looked like a man who wouldhave found it hard to raise twelve dollars, yet he had made an offer oftwelve hundred. Our hero did not learn till afterwards that the man had"struck it rich" at the mines, sold out his claim for ten thousanddollars, and for the time being was the lucky possessor of a large bankaccount. 

"Now, Tom Scott, " expostulated the landlord, "this ain't fair. I wantthe wagon more'n you do, and you're a-raisin' the price on me. "

"How do you know that?" drawled Scott. "I've got a pile, and I mean totake it easy while it lasts. I'm going back to the mines like agentleman, with my own team, you bet, if I've got money enough to buyone. "

The landlord was satisfied that, if he wanted the team, he must outbidhis competitor, and advanced his offer to thirteen hundred dollars. ButTom Scott was not terrified. His money had come easily, and he would notlet two or three hundred dollars stand in the way of his wishes. 

"I'll go fifteen, " he drawled. 

The landlord shrugged his shoulders, and said, in a disappointed tone, "You'll have to take it, Scott. You've gone ahead of my pile. "

"Well, stranger, is it a bargain?" asked Scott. 

The Scotchman, though inwardly elated as well as astonished at theextraordinary offer he had received, answered quietly, "If my partneragrees. "

"I guess we'd better sell, " said Tom, trying not to betray his inwardsatisfaction. 

"All right, " said Scott, appearing to be well pleased. "You can haveyour money when you want it. If you are going to Frisco, I'll give youan order on my banker there. "

"Tom Scott's a square man, and his order will fetch the money, " said thelandlord, observing Ferguson's prudent hesitation. 

"That is satisfactory, " replied Ferguson. 

In five minutes more the business was concluded, and Ferguson and Tom, longing to congratulate each other on their good fortune, walked offtogether. 

"We're in luck, Mr. Ferguson, " said Tom. "I don't know whether I standon my head or my heels. I never expected such a price. "

"Twelve hundred dollars is a great profit, " said Ferguson. "I almostdoubt whether we are justified in asking such an extortionate price ofthe poor man. "

"He is pleased with his bargain, and I don't think we need to troubleourselves about that, " answered Tom. "Besides, you know we can't compareprices with those at home. "

"No doubt there is reason in what you say, my lad; but it's not easy atfirst to make allowance for the difference. "

"That's so, Mr. Ferguson. When shall we go to San Francisco?"

"We will go to-morrow, if we can. I suppose you will wish to send somemoney to your father. "

"Yes, I am in a hurry to send to him, for I am sure he needs it already. I can hardly realize that I am worth five hundred dollars. "

"Five hundred?"

"Yes, I had a third share in the team. "

"That isn't my way of looking at it, Tom. "

"Is it possible Mr. Ferguson would cheat me out of my fair share?"thought Tom, but he only harbored the suspicion for an instant. He hadseen too much of his friend to believe such a thing, and he quietlywaited for an explanation. 

"I'll tell you how I propose that we divide it, Tom. First we'll takeout the money each of us put in, one hundred for you and two hundred forme, and then we'll divide the profit equally. "

"But, " protested Tom, "you are entitled to two-thirds. "

"Then I won't take it, " said Ferguson, decidedly. "I only want half ofthe profit. That will give me eight hundred dollars, and that ought tosatisfy me. "

"And I shall have seven hundred, " said Tom, his eyes sparkling. 

"Precisely. "

"How kind you are, Mr. Ferguson!" exclaimed Tom, eagerly seizing theScotchman's hand. 

"No, my lad; I am only just. I am glad to help a boy who is working forhis father and family. "

"I shouldn't deserve to succeed if I didn't, " said Tom, earnestly. 

"Always bear that in mind, my lad, and God will smile on your efforts, and raise you up friends. "

In spite of the high price, Tom and his partner felt justified now instopping over night at the hotel where they had met with such a piece ofgood luck, and the next day started down the river for San Francisco. 

CHAPTER XXI. 

TOM BUYS A BUSINESS. 

It was an interesting moment for our two friends when they landed in SanFrancisco. The future Western metropolis was only a town of scatteredwooden and adobe houses, with irregular streets and a general lack ofuniformity in its buildings; but everybody seemed on the alert. Thenumber of drones was wonderfully small; even the constitutionally lazycould not resist the golden incentives to labor. Money was looked uponwith very different eyes there and at the East. No one took the troubleto dispute prices; and a man who landed with an article rare ordesirable could often obtain twenty times its value. Within ten minutesof his arrival Tom witnessed a case of this kind. 

Just as he was entering Montgomery street he noticed a man--evidently anew-comer--with a fine bunch of pineapples in his hand. He had justarrived in the steamer Columbus, then anchored out in the stream. 

"I shouldn't mind having one of those pineapples, " said Tom to Ferguson. 

"Doubtless they are high-priced, being a rarity, " said the Scotchman. 

Just then a passer-by, attracted like Tom, and feeling a similarlonging, stepped up to the new-comer. 

"Are those pineapples for sale?" he asked. 

"Yes, if you'll pay enough, " was the half-jocular reply. 

"Name your price. "

"Ten dollars. "

"Here is your money;" and he put a gold piece into the hand of theastounded passenger, which represented ten times the sum he had paid forthe fruit at San Blas. 

"That's a pretty steep price, " said Tom, "for six pineapples. "

"It is very wasteful to spend such a sight of money to pamper theappetite, " said the canny Scot. "Truly, a fool and his money are soonparted. "

He was destined to be still more surprised. The purchaser within fiveminutes transferred half his purchase to another for fifteen dollars. 

"Gold seems to be plenty here, " said Tom. 

"I hope all provisions are not as high, " said Ferguson, "or we shallsoon have a chance to spend all we have. "

"Where shall we go first?" asked Tom. 

"We had better go to a public house, and secure a lodging, " saidFerguson. 

"I wish I knew some one here to direct me. "

Scarcely had Tom uttered these words than he cried out in surprise, "Why, there's John Miles!"

They were passing a little, unpainted, wooden building, of one and ahalf stories, used as a grocery. A German name was on the sign; butbehind the rough counter stood the familiar form of John Miles. 

Tom dashed into the store, followed by his more dignified companion. 

"How are you, John?" he exclaimed. 

"Why, if it isn't Tom, " returned Miles, his face showing the joy hefelt. "And here's Mr. Ferguson, too. "

Then there ensued a hearty shaking of hands, followed by the question, "When did you get here?"

"About twenty minutes ago. "

"And you came straight to me. That's good. "

"So it is; but it's an accident. We had no idea where you were. So youare a grocer, John. Is the place yours?"

"If it is, then I've changed my name, " said Miles, pointing to the signbearing the name:--

 JOHN SCHINKELWITZ. 

"The first name's right, at any rate, " said Tom, laughing. "I supposeyou are the clerk, then. "

"Yes. "

"How long have you been here?"

"Four weeks. "

"Is it a good business?"

"Very good. My Dutch friend pays me five dollars a day, and I sleephere. "

"Among the groceries?"

"Yes; it saves me the expense of a bed outside, and that is a good deal. I haven't saved quite enough to pay you yet, Tom, but I can soon. "

"No hurry, John. I have been lucky since I saw you. "

"I am glad to hear it, Tom. Did the claim prove more productive?"

"No; but I have been speculating. Guess how much money I have with me. "

"A hundred and fifty dollars. "

"More. "

"Two hundred. "

"More yet. "

"Not three hundred, Tom?"

"I won't make you guess any more. I have seven hundred dollars. Nowonder you look surprised. I'll tell you how I made it;" and Tomrepeated the story of his purchase and its profitable sale. 

"I am not so much surprised now, " said Miles, "for in this country a manwill have what he takes a fancy to, no matter what it costs. I am gladthe good luck came to you and Mr. Ferguson. I shouldn't mind having thatamount of money myself. "

"What would you do with it?"

"I would buy out my employer, and then I could make money fast. "

"Does he want to sell?"

"Yes, he wants to go to the mines. "

"Would he sell for such a small sum?"

"Yes; there isn't much of a stock, but we are constantly replenishing. Itell you what, Tom, _you_ buy him out, and I'll manage the business. "

"Are you in earnest, John?"

"Certainly I am. "

"But I want to send some money home, " objected Tom. 

"How much?"

"A hundred dollars at least. "

"I'll lend you the hundred, my lad, " said Ferguson, "and fifty more, andyou can take your own money and buy the business. I don't favor actinghastily, in general, but I have faith in our friend here, and I am ledto believe that the enterprise will be a profitable one. "

"You'll be my partner, Tom, and I'll give you a third of the profitswithout your doing a thing. If you work with me, you shall have as muchmore as will be satisfactory. "

"I would rather go back to the mines, John, and leave you to manage thisbusiness by yourself. A quarter of the profits will satisfy me. "

"No, it shall be a third. As you furnish the capital, that is onlyfair. "

"We may be counting our chickens too soon. Perhaps your Dutch friend, whose name I can't pronounce, won't sell. "

"Here he is to speak for himself. "

A short German, with a ponderous frame, and a broad, good-humored face, here entered the grocery, panting with the exertion of walking, andlooked inquiringly at Tom and the Scotchman. 

"Herr Schinkelwitz, this is my friend, Tom Nelson, " said Miles. 

"Glad to see you, mine vriend, " said the German, addressing Ferguson. 

"No, that is Mr. Ferguson, " said Miles, smiling. "I should haveintroduced him first. "

"Wie gehts, Herr Ferguson?" said the grocer. "You have one strangename. "

"Your name seems strange to me, " said the Scotchman. 

"Oh, no; Schinkelwitz is a very common name. Most peoples admire myname. "

Tom was considerably amused, but Herr Schinkelwitz did not observe thesmile which he could not repress. 

"I have told my friends you would like to sell out the business, " saidMiles. 

"Oh, ja, it is a good business, but my health is not good. I think itwill be much better at the mines. You will do well to buy it yourself. "

"I would if I had money enough. "

"Ja, I must have the money, for I shall need it. "

"My friend here has money, and may buy of you, " said Miles, indicatingTom. 

"What, the boy?"

"Yes. "

"Where did he get so much money?"

"At the mines. "

"Oh, ja, that is a good place to get gold. Well, my young vriend, I willsell cheap. "

It will not be necessary to enter into a detailed account of thenegotiation. It is enough to say that for the sum of seven hundreddollars Herr Schinkelwitz made over the business to Herr Tom, as hecalled him, and our hero found himself penniless, but the owner of agrocery. In half an hour it was all completed. 

"Now, Tom, you are my boss, " said Miles. "Shall I put your nameoutside?"

"No, John, put your own. I am only a silent partner, you know. "

"I congratulate you, Tom, " said Ferguson. "Here are two hundred dollars, for which you can give me your note. "

"Two hundred?"

"Yes; you will need some yourself, besides what you send to yourfather. "

"Suppose I can't pay you back?"

"Then I will levy on the grocery, my lad, " said Ferguson. 

CHAPTER XXII. 

A GAMBLING-HOUSE. 

Having completed this important business arrangement, the two friendswent out to explore the town. The limits were narrow compared with thoseof the flourishing city of the present day. Where the Palace and Grandhotels now stand was a sand-hill, and the bay encroached upon thebusiness part of the city far more than now. 

Scarcely a stone's throw from the grocery, on Montgomery street, betweenCalifornia and Sacramento, was the office of Adams' Express, whichadvertised to forward gold-dust and packages by every steamer. 

"I will go in here, Mr. Ferguson, " said Tom. "I shall not feelcomfortable till I have started this money homeward. I am sure it willbe wanted. "

"Right, my lad. We will attend to it, by all means. "

They entered the building, --a very humble one it would now beconsidered, --but they found other customers before them, and had to waitfor their turn. 

"What can I do for you?" asked the clerk, in a quick, business-liketone. 

"I want to send home a hundred dollars, " said Tom. 

"Give me the address. "

This was done, the money paid over, and a receipt returned in twominutes. 

"How long before my father will receive the money?" asked Tom. 

"The steamer starts in three days. About a month will be needed. "

Then Tom moved aside, and the next man took his place. 

"I am glad that is attended to, " said Tom, relieved. "Now, Mr. Ferguson, I will go wherever you wish. "

"We had better secure a lodging, " said the Scotchman. "When we are sureof a bed we can walk about at our leisure. "

Lodgings were to be had, but they were generally very dear. The firstroom looked at was five dollars per day, without board, --a price ourfriends were unwilling to pay. Finally they found a decent, though smallroom, with rather a narrow bed, which could be had for three fifths ofthat sum, and they engaged it. 

"We will have to go back to the mines soon, " said Tom. "San Francisco istoo expensive for us to live in. "

"You can afford it better than I, Tom, " said his friend. 

"Why?"

"Because you have a business that brings you in an income. "

"Oh, I forgot that, " said our hero, smiling. "Things happen so fast herethat I haven't got used to my new position. Do you think I invested mymoney wisely, Mr. Ferguson?"

"Yes, my lad, since your agent is a trustworthy, honest man. "

"I am sure I can trust John Miles. "

"If I were not confident of it, also, I would not have encouraged you totake so important a step. "

"I think I won't write to father about it, " said Tom, after a pause. "Hemight think I had acted foolishly, and become anxious. If I succeed, then I shall be glad to surprise him. I think I shall make money; but Idon't want to count on it too much. I shall be ready to go back with youto the mines whenever you say the word. "

As they sauntered about, gazing curiously at the motley sights aroundthem, they heard strains of music. It appeared to proceed from a largewooden building, with a jutting roof, under which, on benches, lounged anumber of persons, some of them Mexicans, in their native costumes, smoking cigarettes. A large American flag was displayed over the door, and a crowd was constantly passing in and out. 

"Let us go in, " said Tom. 

His companion making no objection, they entered. The first sight of theinterior made clear the character of the place. There were numeroustables, spread with games, --faro, monte, and roulette, --each surroundedby an absorbed and interested group. "Easy come, easy go, " was the rulewith the early California pioneers, and the gaming-table enlisted in itsservice many men who would not have dreamed at home that they could everbe brought to tolerate such an instrument of evil. 

Tom was a country boy, and unsophisticated, but he could not helpunderstanding the nature of the business which brought so many to theplace. 

"I suppose they are gambling, " he said. 

"Yes, poor, deluded creatures!" said the Scotchman, who had been broughtup to an abhorrence of games of chance. "They are wasting their time andtheir substance, and foolishly laying up for themselves future misery. "

Had this remark been heard it would have excited indignation, andperhaps subjected the speaker to insult; but the players were toointent upon their varying chances to pay any attention to the remarks ofby-standers. 

"I hope, Tom, you will never yield to the seductive lures of thegaming-table, " continued Ferguson. 

"I don't think there is much danger, " said Tom. "I have always beentaught that gambling is wicked. "

"May you long feel so, my lad!"

Tom did, however, watch the players with interest. He saw money lost andwon, without understanding exactly how it was decided. From the game hisattention was drawn to the gamesters. He was led to notice, particularly, a young man of prepossessing countenance, who wasevidently profoundly excited. From time to time he drew out a roll ofgold pieces, which he placed on a card, and invariably lost. He musthave had a considerable sum; but, small or large, he was in ill-luck, and constantly lost. As he neared the end of his resources the feverishblush upon his handsome features was succeeded by a deep pallor, andthere was no mistaking the expression of deep anguish and despair whichannounced that he had reached the end. 

Tom became painfully interested in the young man, and silently drew theattention of his companion to him. When the end came, and the victim, thoroughly "cleaned out, " turned to go out, Tom said, in a low voice, "Let us follow him. "

Ferguson acquiesced. He, too, had become interested, and the young man'sexpression as he passed our two friends was so despairing that Fergusonfelt some alarm as to the effect of his disappointment upon his mind. 

Once in the street, Ferguson and Tom followed the unfortunate young maninto an obscure street, keeping up with difficulty, for his pace wasrapid and excited. It proved to be a fortunate thing, for when hesupposed himself free from observation the young man drew a pistol, and, with an incoherent exclamation, placed it in contact with his temple. 

Tom sprang forward, and so did the Scotchman; but the boy was thequicker and more agile, and dashed the pistol aside just in time toprevent a suicide. 

"Why did you do that?" asked the baffled would-be-suicide, gloomily, turning his gaze upon Tom. 

"I was afraid you were going to kill yourself. "

"So I was. "

"What could induce you to take such a rash step?" asked Ferguson. 

"I have been a reckless fool. I have lost all my money at the accursedgambling-table, and my life is not worth retaining. "

"It appears to me, " said the Scotchman, quietly, "that you set too higha value upon money. You have certainly been very foolish to risk it atthe gaming-table, and the loss will no doubt inconvenience you; but wasyour money all you had to live for?"

The young man regarded Ferguson with some surprise; but his excitementwas evidently abated. The quiet tone of the speaker had a favorableeffect upon him. 

"I didn't think of it in that light, " he admitted. 

"Have you no relatives to whom your life is of value?"

"Yes, " answered the young man. "I have a mother and sister. "

"Would not your death affect them more than the loss of money?"

"Yes. "

"It seems to me that to take your life would be to treat them cruelly. "

The young man was evidently agitated by contending thoughts. 

"I suppose you are right, " he said, slowly; "but let me tell you all, and you can judge me better: I arrived in California six months since. My home is in Ohio, not far from Cincinnati. I was fortunate enough tocommence mining at a point on the western slope of the Sierra NevadaMountains where I was almost alone. I 'struck it rich, ' and two dayssince arrived in San Francisco with over two thousand dollars ingold-dust. "

"You were certainly in luck, " said Ferguson, surprised. 

"I turned it into money, and, in strolling about the city, was luredinto that accursed den. I looked on and was fascinated. I thought Iwould try my luck. I began with a small stake, and kept on till I hadlost every dollar. In one hour the fruits of six months' labor are gone. Do you wonder that I am reduced to despair?"

CHAPTER XXIII. 

A NEW SCHEME. 

"I see no cause for despair, " replied Ferguson, in the same calm tone. 

"I have not a penny left out of the two thousand dollars I had only anhour since. "

"I understand all that. "

"I am a ruined man, " said the young man, despondently. 

"I don't admit that. How old are you?"

"Twenty-one. "

"You are well and strong, are you not?"

"Oh, yes, I have nothing to complain of on that score. "

"Then it appears to me that your loss is not serious. Your capital stillremains. "

"My capital?" repeated the young man. 

"Yes; your strong arms, your education, your capacity to labor. "

"But I shall have to begin over again. "

"Beginning over again at your age, when, possibly, fifty years of lifelie before you, is not such a serious matter. Were I in yoursituation, --and I am twice as old as you, --I should not thing ofdespairing. Don't you think it would be rather foolish for two thousanddollars, which you have been only six months in accumulating, to throwaway fifty years, and all that you can make in that time, therebybringing a life-long grief to your mother and sister?"

The calm, logical tone of the Scotchman had its effect. 

"I see that I was about to add to one piece of folly another fargreater, " said the young man. "I don't know who you are, sir, but Iheartily thank you and your son for saving my life. "

"This is not my son, but my young friend, Thomas Nelson, " said Ferguson. "I am not so fortunate as to have a son. "

"Well, God bless you both, and good-night!"

"Excuse my persistency, but may I ask where you are going?"

"I am not going to repeat my folly of just now, if that is what youmean. "

"I did not suspect you of that; but are you sure of a bed anywhere?"

"No; I have no money to pay for one. I shall walk the streets, orpossibly lie down in some quiet place. I was accustomed to roughing itat the mines, and can do it again if necessary. "

"Tom and I have a room in which you are welcome to find a shelter. I amsorry that our bed is too narrow to hold another. "

"Thank you. That will be better than to sleep in the streets. But areyou not afraid to make me this offer?"

"Why should I be?"

"I might rob you during the night. "

"You might, but you don't look like one who would so reward confidence. "

"You are right. If you had fifty thousand dollars I would not touch adollar of it. I will accept your offer. How can I repay you for yourkindness?"

"There may be a way. We will talk of that this evening. "

Nine o'clock found the three collected in the small room which had beenhired by Ferguson for himself and Tom. 

"My friend, " said Ferguson, "you told us that you found a favorableplace for mining up in the Sierras. "

"Yes, I 'struck it rich. '"

"I take it for granted that you did not exhaust the wealth of theplace?"

"Far from it. I only dipped into it. There is abundance left. "

"Is this place known to many?"

"To only one, so far as I know. He and I worked independently, but werecompany for each other. "

"But what induced you to leave so rich a claim?"

"I was tired of working, and wanted to come to the city for a change. You know what a change I have experienced here. "

"Why don't you go back and start anew in the place where you met withyour former good fortune?" asked Ferguson. 

"Because I am penniless. I must find something to do here for a while. When I have got together a little fund, sufficient for the purpose, Iwill go back. "

"Would you go back now, if you had the chance?"

"Would I? Certainly I would, for I could make money faster there thanhere. "

"Would you have any objection to let Tom and myself accompany you?"

"Not the least. I should be glad of your company. There is gold enoughfor us all. "

"Then we will start to-morrow, that is, if you and Tom are willing. "

"I am ready, " said Tom, promptly. 

"But I have nothing. I don't like to be an expense to you, " objected theyoung man. 

"We will pay your expenses. We shall be more than recompensed by therichness of the mines. We might find something to do here, but both Tomand myself prefer the freedom of the mining camp, and, if the spot isas rich as you have led us to suspect, we shall make more money there. "

"Agreed!" said the young man, promptly. "Name the hour of starting, andrely upon me to be ready. "

Ferguson was evidently well pleased with this response. He felt that hisnew acquaintance would be so far away from the city, and would soonerretrieve his fortunes at the mines. He hoped, too, to find opportunityto strengthen his principles, and guard him against the temptations ofthe city when he should again visit it. Again, he had reason to thinkthat the arrangement would benefit Tom and himself in a pecuniary way, and the Scotchman was by no means indifferent to that consideration;though, as we have seen, he did not unduly exalt the power or value ofmoney. 

Tom, too, was pleased with the prospect. He was grateful and attached toFerguson, whom he felt to be a true friend, but he was glad to haveanother companion nearer his own age. The young man was of aprepossessing exterior, and when he had shaken off his presentdisquietude looked as if he might be a cheerful and agreeable companion. 

"Since we are to live together, for a time at least, and becomefellow-workers, " said Ferguson, "we ought to know each other better. Iwill introduce myself first. "

Hereupon Ferguson gave a brief account of himself, which need not berepeated, and then called upon Tom, who followed his example. 

"Now it is my turn, " said their new acquaintance. "You don't even knowmy name yet, though you have done me such an important service. I havealready told you that I am from Ohio. My name is Richard Russell, thoughmy friends generally call me Dick. My father, whom I had the misfortuneto lose several years since, was at one time a member of Congress. Heleft a small property, the income of which is barely sufficient toprovide my mother and sister with the comforts of life. I had a faireducation, including enough Latin and Greek to fit me for enteringcollege. My mother desired me to enter; but I knew that she could notkeep me there without practicing pinching economy, and I secured a placewith a small salary in a business house in Cincinnati. A year since, when the papers were full of the gold discoveries on this coast, I wasseized, like so many others, with the golden fever, and arranged tostart overland. It would have proved a wise step had I not been so rasha fool as to squander my earnings; for two thousand dollars in sixmonths compare very favorably with twelve dollars a week, which I wasearning at home. I might have gone home by the next steamer, and hadmoney enough to carry me through a course of legal study, had I desired. I am out of patience with myself when I think of how I have thrown awaymy good fortune. "

"Don't think too much of the past, which cannot be recalled. Resolve notto repeat your folly, and all may yet be well. "

"I have fully resolved upon that, " said Russell, earnestly. 

"Do you think you shall study law, if you are again fortunate, Mr. Russell?" asked Tom. 

"If you please don't call me Mr. Russell, unless you want me to call youMr. Nelson. Call me Dick. "

"I will, " said Tom, smiling, "for I am not ready to be called Mr. Nelsonyet. "

"Now, to answer your question: if I can get two thousand dollarstogether again, I shall probably study law. Of course I don't mean to bea miner all my life any more than you. Now, Tom, what are your plans?"

"I think I should like to be a lawyer, too, but I must earn more thantwo thousand dollars first. "

"Two thousand ought to be sufficient to educate you if you areeconomical. "

"It would be, but I want to pay off a mortgage on my father's farmbefore I begin to lay up money for myself. "

"You are a good fellow, Tom, and I wish you success. "

"Thank you, Dick. I will succeed if hard work can bring success. "

"Good-night to you both, " said Ferguson. "I want to sleep well toprepare myself for starting to-morrow. "

In half an hour all three were sleeping soundly. 

CHAPTER XXIV. 

PREPARING FOR A NEW START. 

When Tom opened his eyes he did not at first remember where he was, buta glance at Dick Russell, his new acquaintance, stretched out on thefloor and still sleeping, quickly recalled the important events of theday previous. Mr. Ferguson was already dressed. 

"Well, Tom, are you rested?" he asked. 

"Yes, Mr. Ferguson; I slept like a top. What time is it?"

"It is seven o'clock. Our new friend is still asleep. "

"I suppose he was on his feet all day yesterday. "

"I don't know whether I ought to hurry you away from San Francisco sosoon, Tom, " said his Scotch friend. "We only arrived yesterday, and youhave not had time to see the place, and enjoy yourself after your hardwork at the mines. "

"I don't care for that, Mr. Ferguson. I am anxious to be at work again. I didn't come out here to enjoy myself, but to make money for myfather. "

"You have succeeded pretty well thus far, Tom. "

"Yes; but I have made more by the sale of the team than by work at themines. "

"True; but that is a legitimate transaction. If our friend here hasreported correctly, we shall find mining more profitable in the place hementions than at River Bend. "

"I have no objection to that, though I was satisfied with River Bend. Wouldn't it be splendid, Mr. Ferguson, if we could do as well in thenext six months as he did?"

"Making two thousand dollars each?"

"Yes. "

"We may accomplish it; but it is best not to calculate upon it. "

"If I could only free the farm from that troublesome mortgage I shouldbe proud and happy. It has worn upon father, as I could see, and he hasbeen compelled to toil early and late to pay the interest, besidessupporting us all. "

"How much is the mortgage, Tom?"

"Twenty-two hundred dollars. "

"You have made a good beginning towards it already, Tom. You have sevenhundred dollars invested in business. "

"But out of that I owe you a hundred and fifty, Mr. Ferguson. "

"Don't trouble yourself about that, Tom. Unless I should stand in greatneed of it, I will wait till you have paid off the mortgage beforeasking to have it repaid. "

"You are very kind, Mr. Ferguson, " said Tom, gratefully. "A part of myseven hundred dollars rightfully belongs to you, for you ownedtwo-thirds of the horse and wagon. "

"I couldn't have bought them without your help, Tom. So you see that youenabled me to make money. I am quite satisfied with an equalpartnership. "

"And I am very well satisfied with my partner, " said Tom, smiling. "Shall we wake up Russell?"

"Yes, for we have much to do to-day. "

"John Miles will be surprised at my leaving the city so quick. "

"By the way, Tom, as he is to remain here, while you are out of thereach of post-offices, it may be well to ask your father to directfuture letters to his care, and he can forward them as he hasopportunity. "

"That is a good idea. I will write to-day so as to catch the nextsteamer, and I will also speak to John. "

Tom had to shake Dick Russell energetically before that young man openedhis eyes. 

"What's the matter?" he ejaculated, drowsily. 

"Don't you want some breakfast?" asked Tom. 

"Oh, it's you, Tom! Yes, you have touched the right chord. I have afirst-class appetite--and no money, " he added, his face clouding. 

"Mr. Ferguson is treasurer, " said Tom, lightly, wishing to divertRussell from the thoughts of his heavy loss, and the folly to which heowed it; "but we know very little of the city. Can you guide us to agood restaurant?"

"To a good one, but not a cheap one. Everything is high here. "

"Then it is fortunate we are going to leave so soon. "

In a small restaurant, on Montgomery street, our three friends partookof a hearty breakfast. It might not have attracted an epicure, butneither of the three was fastidious; and, though the charge was fivedollars, Ferguson, economical as he was, paid the bill cheerfully. Itwas the first "civilized" breakfast he had eaten for months, and itmight be months before he would be able to partake of another as good. 

"I wish we could breakfast like this at the mines, " said Tom. 

"So say I, " chimed in Dick Russell; "but you know that the gold-huntermust sacrifice home comforts. "

"I shan't complain of that, if I can do as well as you did, " said Tom. 

"I see no reason why you can't. There is plenty of gold there, and allthat is needed is work and perseverance. "

"I am willing to contribute them, " said Tom. "I mean to do my best tosucceed. "

"None of us can do more, my lad, " said Ferguson. "Let us hope that Godwill prosper our undertakings. "

"I say, I am glad I have met with you two, " said Dick Russell. "You'llkeep me on the right track; and, in spite of my past folly, I hope intime to win success. "

"I am glad to hear you speak so sensibly, my young friend, " said theScotchman, kindly. "It's a great deal better to put your back to thewheel once more, than to take the life God gave you. "

"Don't speak of that again, Mr. Ferguson, " said Russell, shuddering. "Idon't like to think of it. "

"He'll do, " thought Ferguson, with satisfaction. "His mind is now in ahealthy condition, and I have great hopes of him. "

The rest of the day was devoted to the purchase of supplies. Fergusonalso bought a mule, in behalf of the party, which was of service incarrying a part of their burdens. It was not until afternoon that Tomfound an opportunity to call on John Miles, and acquaint him with hisalmost immediate departure. 

"I am sorry you are going away so soon, Tom, " said Miles. "I thought youwould stay at least a week. "

"So I would if I were not so anxious to be at work once more. You knowhow my father is situated, John, for I have told you more than once. "

"Yes, Tom; but I see no reason why you should feel uneasy. With the helpyou are to send him, there will be no trouble about his paying hisinterest regularly. "

"I know that, John; but I shall feel uneasy until the mortgage is paidoff, and he is out of Squire Hudson's power. "

"For how long a time has the farm your father owns been encumbered withthis mortgage?"

"For ten years, at least. "

"Is the mortgage for any specified term of years?"

"I don't think so. "

"It merely runs from year to year then?"

"I suppose so. "

"In that case this Squire Hudson could foreclose at any time, could henot?"

"Yes, " answered Tom, soberly. 

"Don't make yourself uneasy about it, however, " said Miles, observingthat Tom seemed apprehensive. "As your father's farm is not particularlyvaluable, there can be no danger of foreclosure. By the way, wouldn'tyou like to have me remit your father something next month out of theprofits of the business?--I can charge it to your account. "

"I am glad you mentioned it, John. You may send him fifty orseventy-five dollars, if my share should amount to so much. "

"I will. "

"And I am going to have my home letters directed to your care. You canforward them to me whenever you have an opportunity. "

"I won't fail, Tom. If there is anything you need sent out to you, youhave only to write me, and I will attend to your commissions. "

"It is very convenient to have an agent in the city, " said John, smiling. "I shall feel much more comfortable out at the mines. "

"I wish you good luck, Tom; but remember, even if you don't succeed inyour search for gold, I shall be making money for you here. "

"You make me feel quite like a capitalist, John. "

"I hope you may be one some day. Good-by!"

They shook hands and parted. Before night-fall Tom had started on hisnew journey in quest of gold. 

CHAPTER XXV. 

WHITEFACE. 

Mark Nelson missed sorely the cow which he had been compelled to yieldto the squire on account of default of interest. Whiteface was his bestcow, and a great favorite with all the children. She gave nearly as muchmilk as the other two, and had been one of the main dependences of thefamily. It was worth considerably more than the thirty dollars for whichthe squire took it; but he insisted upon that and no other, andWhiteface had to go. 

Six months had passed, and there seemed to be very little chance ofredeeming the lost cow. Squire Hudson had agreed to give her back onpayment of the balance due, with accrued interest; but neither he norMark Nelson expected that such an offer would be made. 

"I was passing Squire Hudson's to-day, and saw poor Whiteface, " saidWalter, one evening. "I think she knew me, for when I called her shelowed back. "

"I wish we had her back, " said Sarah. "It was heartless in the squire totake her. He had a dozen cows of his own. "

"He hasn't any heart, " said Walter, "or, if he has, it must be prettysmall. "

"We must not forget that he was entitled to some security for thebalance of interest I owe him, " said the farmer. 

"The cow was worth a good deal more than thirty dollars, " said Sarah. 

"Yes, she was; but I am not sure whether I could have got any more moneyfor her at a forced sale. Then you know the squire is pledged to giveher back whenever I can pay him the thirty dollars, with interest. "

"I wish you could pay it now, father, " said Walter. 

"So do I, my boy; but I cannot, unless your brother sends me somemoney. "

"It is three weeks since we have heard from Tom, " said Mrs. Nelson, anxiously. "I am afraid he is sick. "

"Don't worry yourself with imaginary fears, Mary, " said her husband. "Tom may be sick, of course; but he is strong and healthy, and we won'tfear such a thing without some ground. Probably a letter is on the wayfrom him now. "

"I hope he is making money, " said Walter. "I wish I were with him. "

"I would never consent to have you go too, " said Mrs. Nelson, hastily. 

"I don't think Walter seriously thinks of asking leave, " said Mr. Nelson, smiling. "As he is only thirteen years old, I should be inclinedto object myself. I must have him at home to help me with the farm. "

"I should be perfectly contented to stay at home if we had Whitefaceback, " said Walter. "I've a great mind to steal her out of the squire'syard. I bet she'd be glad to come. "

"Don't speak in that way, Walter, " said his father. "I dislike to haveyou speak of stealing, even in fun. "

At this moment there was a knock at the front door. Farmer Nelson'shouse was an old-fashioned one, and not provided with a bell. 

"Go to the door, Sarah, " said her father. 

Sarah obeyed. 

"Good-evening, Nahum, " she said to the village expressman. 

"I've got a small package for your folks, " said Nahum. "It's marked allover. Guess it came from Californy. "

"It must be from Tom, " exclaimed Sarah, in delight. 

"That's what I thought, " said the expressman, who knew everybody in thevillage, and could probably give a fairly correct list of their sisters, cousins, and aunts, with a fair guess at their worldly circumstances. 

"Is there anything to pay, Nahum?"

"Only fifty cents, --the expressage from Boston. Never mind about it now, for I'm in a hurry. Your father can hand it to me next time he sees me. "

"O father, here's a package from Tom, " said Sarah, hurrying into theroom where they were all sitting. 

"Open it quick, " said Walter. "See if there's any money in it. "

The cord was cut, and a small box was disclosed containing a hundreddollars in gold pieces and a line from Tom, stating that he was doingwell, and that he hoped soon to send some more money. 

"A hundred dollars! What a lot of money!" exclaimed Walter, gazing onthe little pile of coins as if fascinated. 

"I am so glad the dear boy is doing well, " said Mrs. Nelson. 

"Now we can have Whiteface back, can't we, father?" asked Walter, joyfully. 

"Yes, Walter, " said Mark Nelson, almost as excited as his son. "I willgo over the first thing in the morning. "

"Can't we go over this evening?" asked Walter, impatiently. 

"No, it is dark, and Whiteface is stalled for the night. "

"You'll have seventy dollars left over, father, won't you?"

"Yes; and that will provide for my next interest. I feel grateful andhappy at Tom's success and his thoughtfulness. "

Could Tom have seen the effect of his remittance it would have made hisheart glad, and he would have felt abundantly repaid for his labor andself-denial. 

CHAPTER XXVI. 

SQUIRE HUDSON'S DISAPPOINTMENT. 

If Whiteface was missed at her old home, she was scarcely lessappreciated by her new possessor. On the very morning succeeding the daywhen Tom's remittance was received the squire remarked to his headworkman, "Whiteface is an excellent cow, Abner. "

"Yes, squire, I calculate she's the best you've got. "

"I don't know but she is, Abner, " said the squire, complacently. "Iconsider her worth at least fifty dollars. "

"So she is, every cent of it. "

"And she cost me only thirty, " thought Squire Hudson, with a smile ofcontent. 

He was a rich man, and abundantly able to pay his poor neighbor the fullvalue of the cow; but somehow it never occurred to him to do it. He wasnot above taking an unfair advantage of a man who was unluckily in hispower. Of course the squire knew that Farmer Nelson had a right toredeem the cow at the price agreed upon with interest; but he feltpretty safe on this point. The farmer was not very likely to have thirtydollars to spare, and as for a remittance from Tom the squire was prettysure none would be received. 

"It'll be all the boy can do to take care of himself out there, " hereflected, "let alone sending money home. He may send ten dollars or sosome time; but it's very doubtful, very doubtful!"

Squire Hudson turned to go back to the house when he saw the man of whomhe had been thinking coming up the road. He stopped short, thinking thefarmer might wish to speak to him. 

"Good-morning, Mr. Nelson, " he said, pleasantly, for he was ingood-humor. 

"Good-morning, squire. "

"Your Whiteface has got to feel quite at home in my barn-yard. "

"She is a good cow, Squire Hudson. "

"Yes, tolerable, tolerable. "

"She is worth more than the thirty dollars for which you took her. "

"Well, I don't know about that. Cows are pretty cheap nowadays. "

"I see how it is, " thought the squire. "Nelson wants me to allow himmore for the cow; but a bargain is a bargain, and I shan't do it. "

"I always valued her at a considerably higher price. "

"No doubt, no doubt. You raised her yourself, didn't you?"

"Yes. "

"That makes a difference, of course. You attach a sentimental value toher; but that doesn't affect her real value. I really can't allow youany more for her. "

"I don't want you to, Squire Hudson. "

The squire looked astonished. 

"What is the man driving at?" he thought. 

"She may not be worth any more to you, and so you won't mind my takingher back. "

"Taking her back!" ejaculated the squire. 

"Certainly; it was agreed that I could redeem her at any time, by payingyou the thirty dollars and interest. "

"Not after two months, " said the squire, hastily. 

"It is not two months. It was only six weeks yesterday. The fact is, squire, I've come for Whiteface, and I've got the money for you. "

"Have you heard from Tom?" asked the squire, with a blank look ofdisappointment. 

"Yes; I heard from him yesterday. "

"And he sent you some money?"

"Yes; he reports that he is doing well. "

"Did he send you thirty dollars?"

"Rather more than that, " said Mark Nelson, not caring to gratify thecuriosity of his creditor. 

"I think you had better keep your money, and leave Whiteface with me, "said Squire Hudson, after a pause. 

"I would rather not, squire. The fact is, Whiteface is a sort of pet athome, and we all want her back. "

Squire Hudson was disconcerted. He had not expected that Mr. Nelsonwould be able to redeem the cow, and he was reluctant to give her up. But there was no excuse for retaining her. His agreement stood in theway. 

"Neighbor Nelson, " he said, after a pause, "I don't mind giving you fivedollars over and above what you owe me for Whiteface. Come, that's agood offer. "

Mark Nelson shook his head. 

"She's worth more than that, " he said. "But that's neither here northere. I raised the animal, and it was sorely against my will that Iparted with her six weeks ago. Now that I have the money to pay you Iwant her back. "

"I think you are standing in your own light, Mr. Nelson, " said thesquire. "I have taken a fancy to the cow, and am willing to pay more forher than she is worth. I will say ten dollars. "

Mark Nelson shook his head. 

"I'd rather have Whiteface than the money, " he said. 

"If she comes into my possession again, " said Squire Hudson, "I shallnot be willing to grant you the privilege of redeeming her. It won't bemany months before another payment becomes due. "

"I hope to be ready to meet it, squire, " said the farmer, not appearingat all anxious. 

"He seems very independent, " thought the squire, watching, moodily, thecow driven away by her former owner. "He may sing another tune oninterest day. I wonder how much the boy sent home. "

Had he known that Mr. Nelson had in his pocket enough money to pay thewhole of the next accruing interest, he would have felt more doubtfulabout recovering the cow which he now coveted more than ever. 

"Well, Abner, I've lost her, " said the squire, hurrying to hisassistant; "but she'll be back here some day, mark my words!"

"I thought you bought her, squire, " said Abner, in surprise. 

"Well, not exactly. I took her for a debt; but Nelson had the right ofredeeming her, and he has done it. His boy sent him the money. "

"That Tom Nelson is a smart boy, " said Abner, who, though in thesquire's employ, was friendly to our hero. 

"Well, so-so, " remarked the squire, indifferently. "I helped him to goto California; but I am not sure whether it was a wise step. I let myfeelings get the better of my judgment. "

"Then it is the first time, " was Abner's unspoken comment. 

"It may turn out for the best, " he said aloud. 

"I doubt if I shall ever see my money again, " said the squire; but hedid not seem to take it to heart, judging from his manner and tone. 

"Didn't you have security for the loan?" asked Abner. 

"Well, ye-es, " answered the squire, slowly; "but not very good. The farmwas already mortgaged for its full value. "

"The squire is getting benevolent, " thought Abner, "or he wants me tothink so; but I'm inclined to think he has some object under it all. What is it?"

A few weeks later Farmer Nelson's heart was gladdened by the receipt ofanother remittance this time sent by John Miles, out of the profit ofthe business in which Tom was his partner. The amount this time wasseventy-five dollars. It made him feel quite rich. 

"Mary, " he said, "we all need some new clothes, and I propose to usethis money for that purpose. Now I want you to consider how we can spendit to the best advantage. To begin with, you must buy a new dress. Youhave long needed one. "

Mrs. Nelson demurred a little, but was forced to admit that the dresswas needed. So the purchases were made at once. It is wonderful how farseventy-five dollars will go in an economical family of plain tastes. Itwas soon apparent to the neighbors that the Nelsons were exhibitingsigns of prosperity. 

"It must be Tom, " they decided. 

Efforts were made to ascertain just how much our hero had sent home; buton this point the Nelsons would not speak definitely. They reported ingeneral terms that Tom was doing well. 

Of course Squire Hudson was not ignorant of the apparent improvement inthe fortunes of his debtor. Strange to say, he seemed rather annoyed. Hewas pleased, however, by the outlay for dress. 

"They're getting extravagant, Abner, " he said, cheerfully. "I thoughtMark Nelson was a man of more sense. Because his son has sent home alittle money, he must rig out the whole family in new clothes. 'A fooland his money are soon parted. '"

"Mark Nelson is no fool, " said Abner, stoutly. 

"He is in this instance, " said the squire, sharply. "However, I don'tobject to it, if he likes to violate the rules of prudence. It strikesme, however, that it would be well for him to pay up the money Iadvanced for Tom's expenses, before buying new clothes wholesale. "

Abner repeated this to Mr. Nelson. 

The farmer answered quietly, "The squire is not wholly wrong. It is gooddoctrine to pay your debts before you spend money for what you don'tneed. In this case, however, we did need the clothes we bought. Now thatwe are provided, I hope, before very long, if Tom is prospered, to payback the two hundred dollars the squire advanced for him. "

"I hope you will, I'm sure, " said Abner. "That's a smart boy of yours, and I always said so. "

"He is a good boy, and I am sure he will do what is right. "

"He's a blamed sight better than the squire's boy. Sinclair is astuck-up jackanapes, and it would do me good to kick him. "

"It might not do him any good. "

"I am not sure about that; I think he needs it. "

CHAPTER XXVII. 

THE NEW DIGGINGS. 

Meanwhile Tom and his party, pursuing their journey by easy stages, forthey sensibly determined not to overtask their strength, reached at lastthe spot of which Russell had spoken. Ferguson and Tom soon found thathe had not exaggerated. The new diggings were certainly far richer thanthose at River Bend. It was, in fact, the bed of a dead river upon whichRussell had stumbled without knowing it. My readers are probably awarethat in the beds of rivers or creeks the early miners found their firstharvest of gold, and, that, where practicable, these were mined byturning the stream in the dry season, when the water was low. As it maynot be so well understood what is meant by a dead river, I quote apassage from an article in the "Overland Monthly, " as found in the pagesof the "Pacific Coast Mining Review, " for the year 1878-79:--

"A dead river is one which formerly existed, but exists no longer. Involcanic regions it sometimes happens that the liquid lava, seeking thelowest ground, fills up the beds of the rivers which die and arereplaced by water-courses running in other channels and in differentdirections. These dead streams are so few, and of so little importanceelsewhere, that, as yet, I believe, no class name has been given tothem; but in California they are among the chief source of its mineralwealth, and among the most remarkable features of its geologicalformation. They take us back to a remote era, before the time of Rome, of Greece, or of Egypt; far back beyond the origin of history ortradition, before our coast had taken its present shapes; before Shasta, and Lassen, and Castle Peaks had poured out their lava floods; beforethe Sacramento river had its birth; and while, if not before, themastodon, the elephant, the rhinoceros, the horse, the mammoth bull, thetapir, and the bison lived in the land. They are indeed among the mostremarkable discoveries of the age, and among the greatest wonders ofgeology. They deserve some common name, and we have to choose between'extinct' and 'dead. ' We speak of 'extinct volcanoes, ' and of 'deadlanguages, ' and, as the latter is Saxon and short, we prefer it. Theyhave been called 'old channels;' but this name does not convey theproper idea, since a channel is not necessarily a river, and an oldchannel is not necessarily a dead one. A dead river is a channelformerly occupied by a running stream, but now filled up with earthy orrocky matter, and is not to be confounded with a channel that is openand remains dry during the greater part of the year because of a lack ofwater, or that has been abandoned by the stream for a deeper channelelsewhere. A dry river-bed is not a dead river. 

"The dead rivers of California, so far as are known, are on the westernslope of the Sierra Nevada, from five hundred to seven thousand feetabove the level of the sea. They are all gold-yielding, and thereforethey have been sought and examined. They have yielded probably _threehundred millions_ in all; they now produce perhaps eight million dollarsannually. They are not less interesting to the miner than to thegeologist, not less important to the statesman than to the antiquarian. "

At the risk of being considered tedious by some of my boy-readers, Iwill transcribe the writer's explanation of the existence of these deadrivers. For the reason we must go back to a remote geological epoch:"The main cause must have been the subsequent rise of the Sierra Nevada. Suppose that a range of mountains, seven thousand feet high, wereupheaved thirty miles east of the Mississippi; that the bed of thatstream were on the mountain side, three thousand feet above the sea, andthat thirty miles west the country maintained its present level; theresult would be that the present Mississippi would soon be a dead river;it would be cut across by streams running down the mountain side, andflowing into a new Mississippi, thirty miles or more west of the presentone. We know that the Sierra Nevada has been upheaved; that a largestream ran on what is now the mountain side, and that it has beensucceeded by a new river farther west, and we must infer that the deathof the old and the birth of the new river were caused by the upheaval. "

Reference is here made to the Big Blue Lead, the largest dead riverknown in California, which has been traced for a distance of sixty-fivemiles, from Little Grizzly, in Sierra County, to Forest Hill, in PlacerCounty. The original river, however, is thought to have run for manyhundreds of miles. Eventually traces of its existence may be foundelsewhere. 

It is not to be supposed that Tom and his friends knew anything aboutdead rivers, or troubled themselves as to how the rich deposits had beenmade, or how long they had been waiting discovery. They were chieflyengaged with more practical considerations. They found a rich harvest inthe ravines, and they went to work energetically. 

The work was monotonous, and a detailed account of their progress wouldbe tiresome. What we chiefly care about is results, and these may begathered from a conversation which took place some five months later. 

Under a tent, at night-fall, reclined the three friends. They lookedcontented, and on good terms with the world; but, though prosperous, they certainly did not look it. In fact, they were all threeexceedingly, almost disreputably, shabby. They looked more like trampsthan respectable gold-miners. 

"Tom, you are looking very ragged, " said Dick Russell, surveying ourhero critically. 

"I know it, Dick. I feel as though I had just come out of a rag-bag. Ican't say that you look much better, nor Ferguson either. "

"This rough work is hard on clothing, " said Russell. "I wish there werea ready-made clothing store near by. "

"So do I. I would pay a high price for a good suit. "

"If our friends at home could see us, what would they think, eh, Tom?"

"That we were candidates for the poor-house. "

"That's so. I've been into several poor-houses in the course of my life, but I never saw any of the inmates quite so poorly clad as we are. "

"You are right, " said Ferguson; "but there are generally compensations. I was taking account of stock, and I estimate that I have from sixteento eighteen hundred dollars' worth of gold-dust. "

"I have nearly as much, " said Tom. 

"My pile won't vary far from Tom's, " said Russell. 

"That is a pretty good showing for five months, my friend, " said theScotchman. 

"It will make up for the old clothes, " said Tom. 

"I have been thinking, " said Ferguson, "that we need a vacation. What doyou say to starting next week for San Francisco?"

"I agree, " said Russell, promptly. 

"And I, " said Tom. "I should like to see John Miles. "

"Very well. We will continue our work about a week longer, and thenstart. "

CHAPTER XXVIII. 

A RICH DEPOSIT. 

About the middle of the next forenoon Tom suddenly stopped work. 

"What's the matter, Tom? Are you tired?"

"No, but I feel like exploring a little. Who goes with me?"

"Not I, " answered Ferguson. "Let well enough alone. "

"I'll go with you, " said Russell. "I should like a holiday. Besides, wemay discover something. "

"'A rolling stone gathers no moss, '" said Ferguson. 

"True, but there's another proverb: 'All work and no play makes Jack adull boy. ' Tom and I will try a little play. "

The two friends sauntered away in an idle mood; yet, combining businesswith pleasure, they watched carefully the surface indications, ready toavail themselves of any that were favorable. 

"It's a strange life we are leading, Tom, " said Russell. "It is free, and independent, and healthful; but I shouldn't like to live so all mylife. "

"Nor I, " answered Tom. "No amount of gold would repay me. "

"Because gold is only valuable for what it will bring. Here it bringsnothing. "

"Except the hope of future ease and comfort, " suggested Tom. 

"Of course; that is what we are working for. We have made a goodbeginning. "

"Yes, Dick. I have almost accomplished what I have had in view eversince I left home. "

"I know. You mean paying off your father's mortgage. "

"That's it. It amounts to twenty-two hundred dollars, and I have but afew hundred dollars more to earn. I would stay here a month or twolonger, if my clothes would hold together; but I can't risk it. "

"You need rest, at any rate, Tom, leaving clothes out of the question. "

As he spoke, Tom, without special thought, drove his pick into theground. It was a lucky inspiration. Some shining particles attracted theattention of Russell. 

"Tom, " he exclaimed, in excitement, "do you see that, and that? Ibelieve you've struck a bonanza. "

Upon that both set to work in earnest. A further investigation showedthat Russell was right. Tom, by good luck, had chanced upon a deposit offar greater richness than any they had yet encountered. 

"If it holds out, our fortunes are made, Tom, " said Russell. "Go andcall Ferguson, and I will remain on guard till you come back. "

Tom stood not on the order of his going, but went at once. 

"What's the matter, Tom?" asked the Scotchman, as, panting andbreathless, Tom stood before him. "Has anything happened to Russell?"

"No; it's good news--splendid news, Mr. Ferguson. We've found a placeten times as rich as this. Come at once, and see. "

Ferguson made preparations to accompany Tom with what seemed to our heroto be provoking deliberation. In truth the Scotchman, with his nationalcaution, was rather skeptical as to Tom's news, and did not sufferhimself to become enthusiastic or excited. Tom had hard work toaccommodate his impatient steps to the measured pace of his more sedatecompanion. When at length they reached the spot they found Russell noless impatient. 

"I thought you would never come, " he said. 

"Tom wanted to fly, " said Ferguson; "but I am too old for that. Now, what is it you have found?"

When he was shown what had been discovered he admitted that it was verypromising. 

"If it holds out, we shall be lucky, " he said. 

"It _will_ hold out, " said Russell, enthusiastically. 

"It isn't well to be too confident, " said Ferguson, cautiously. 

"You are very cold-blooded, Mr. Ferguson, " said Russell, impatiently. "Won't anything excite you?"

"What good would it do to become excited?" returned the Scotchman. "I amas ready to test the matter as you are, and I shall rejoice if yoursanguine expectations are realized. Do not expect too much, however, andyou will guard against possible disappointment. "

But there was no disappointment awaiting them. They worked steadily fortwo weeks, with marvelous results. In this time they unearthed sixthousand dollars' worth of gold, which by arrangement they dividedequally between them; and still the gold deposit was far from beingexhausted. 

At the end of the fortnight they were visited by a party of capitalistsfrom San Francisco, who were out on an exploring expedition. Theyrecognized the richness of the new discoveries, and after somenegotiation offered the three friends ten thousand dollars for theirclaims. One consideration decided them to accept. It was absolutelynecessary for them to go to the city for clothing and other articles, ofwhich they stood in imperative need. They closed the bargain and startedon their return. 

CHAPTER XXIX. 

BAD NEWS FROM HOME. 

Arriving in the city late in the afternoon, Tom went at once to see JohnMiles. When the latter caught sight of Tom, in his ragged attire, hecame to the natural conclusion that our hero had met with hard luck. 

"Why, Tom, where did you spring from?" he exclaimed, grasping the handof his young partner. 

"I am just in from the mines. "

"I suppose you are in want of money, " said Miles, his voice betrayingsympathy. 

Tom laughed. 

"How do you like my appearance, John?" he asked. 

"Never mind that, Tom. I see you have had a rough time; but I have beenearning money for you. "

"Did you send money regularly to father?"

"Yes; I have sent him three hundred dollars in all. "

"That's good, " said Tom, in a tone of satisfaction. "That has made himeasy. I suppose that took up about all I was entitled to?"

"No; I have as much more to your credit. I am ready to pay it to you atonce. "

"I see, John, you think I have not been doing well. "

"You don't look very prosperous, Tom, I must acknowledge. "

"Well, John, appearances are deceitful. I have been wonderfully lucky. "

"I am delighted to hear it, Tom, " said Miles, cordially. "How much is itnow?"

"What do you say to a thousand dollars?"

"Excellent. "

"Two thousand?"

"You don't mean it!"

"I won't keep you in suspense, John. I don't know exactly how much I'vegot, but it's over six thousand dollars!"

John Miles stared at our hero in undisguised astonishment. 

"Are you sure you're quite right _here_?" he said, touching hisforehead. "You haven't been sun-struck, have you?"

"No, John, it's all as I tell you. Let me explain how my luck came. "

In a few sentences Tom made it clear to his partner that his luck wasreal. 

"As to the three hundred dollars due me from you, John, " concluded Tom, "I make you a present of it. "

"But, Tom--" protested Miles. 

"Let it be so, and for the future you shall pay me my share. Have youany letters for me?"

"I have three. "

"Give them to me, quick. I am hungry for news from home. "

Tom sat down on a keg, and fairly devoured the letters, two of whichwere from his father. One of these gave him much to think of. I willtranscribe the passages which gave Tom most concern:--

"Yesterday I paid Squire Hudson his regular semi-annual interest, amounting to sixty-six dollars. Thanks to your liberal remittances, Ihad no difficulty in making the payment. Indeed, I had two hundreddollars left over. Imagine my dismay when the squire told me he had madeup his mind to call in the mortgage, having another use for the money. 

"'But I can't pay it up, ' said I. 

"'You ought to be able to obtain the money somewhere, ' he returned. 

"'You are the only capitalist with whom I am acquainted, ' said I. 'Since I have paid you the interest promptly, what more can you desire?'

"He insisted that he needed the money. I offered to pay him the twohundred dollars which he had advanced for your journey. He seemedsurprised, but repeated that he must have the whole. The upshot of itwas that he gave me a formal notice of three months, as stipulated inthe mortgage. At the end of that time, unless I am ready to pay thetwenty-two hundred dollars, he will foreclose, and the old farm must besold. Of course it will be sold much below its real value. Probably thesquire will get it for the amount of the mortgage, and we shall bethrown upon the world, without a home. It seems hard, Tom, and veryselfish; but might makes right, and Squire Hudson has the power on hisside. "

In a postscript Mark Nelson added, "I understand that Squire Hudson hasa connection, his wife's brother, for whom he wants the farm. Thatexplains his resolute refusal to give me time to redeem it. Of course itis too early to decide upon any plans. I must hire some tenement to moveinto when I have to leave here. It will be hard upon us all to give upthe old farm. Walter, who has a taste for farming, and whom I look to bemy successor, feels very sad. Don't let this news depress you too much, Tom. We shall not suffer. Thanks to you, I have some money ahead, and weshall not lack for comfort. "

Tom looked up when he had finished reading the letter. 

"John, " he said, quickly, "when does the next steamer start for NewYork?"

"Day after to-morrow. "

"Where can I engage passage?"

"Are you going home?"

"Yes, John, it is absolutely necessary. Squire Hudson is about toforeclose the mortgage on my father's farm. I must be there to stop it. "

"Have you money enough?"

"Three times over. He shall be defeated in his wicked purpose, or myname isn't Tom Nelson. "

Tom spoke in a quick, indignant tone, and his voice had a manly ring. 

"Wait, John, let me read you the letter. "

"The man's a mean rascal!" said Miles. "A rich man who will takeadvantage of a poor man's necessity to deprive him of his home deservesto be horsewhipped. "

"I shan't attempt that, " said Tom, smiling; "but I will disappoint him. He little thinks I have it in my power to defeat his plans. "

That very evening Tom engaged passage to New York, and two days later hesailed out of the Golden Gate. 

"I don't know how long I shall be gone, John, " he said. "You need sendme no remittances, for I have money enough with me. You will hear fromme as soon as I have reached home, and transacted my business withSquire Hudson. "

"You will come out here again, Tom, won't you?"

"Yes, and before long. I have been so busily occupied making money thatI have seen almost nothing of San Francisco. "

Tom did not journey alone. Ferguson, having thriven beyond hisexpectations, decided to sail to New York, and thence to Scotland, on avisit to his relatives, though he thought it probable he should comeback within a year. Dick Russell also was now in a position to study lawat home, and gave up the business of gold-mining forever. 

"I owe all my present prosperity to you two, " he said. "But for you Ishould have blown my brains out five months since. "

"We owe our prosperity to you also, " said Tom. "You guided us to themines from which we gathered a golden harvest. "

"We have worked together, and been mutual helpers, " said Ferguson. "Godhas favored us all, and to Him be the thanks!"

CHAPTER XXX. 

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE AUCTION. 

It was a sad household, that of Mark Nelson, on the day preceding thedeparture from the farm. There was to be an auction the next day, atwhich the farm-stock and farm-implements were to be sold. It was wellunderstood that Squire Hudson was to be the buyer of the farm, and as hewas not likely to have any competitor there was little hope that itwould fetch more than the amount of the mortgage. 

During the afternoon Mr. Nelson called on Squire Hudson to make the bestterms he could at private sale. 

"The farm is worth at least a thousand dollars more than the mortgage, Squire Hudson, " said the farmer. 

"It is worth what it will fetch, Mr. Nelson, " said the squire. 

"Do you mean that an article always commands its full value at auction, Squire Hudson?"

"Ahem! it brings its market value, Mr. Nelson. "

"Which may be far below its intrinsic value. Suppose a diamond worth tenthousand dollars were put up at auction in our village, do you considerthat it would bring a fair price?"

"Ahem! you are wandering from the subject. We are talking of farms, notdiamonds. "

"As to the farm, then, you are likely to be the only bidder, unless youallow the mortgage to remain. "

"If I were inclined to do that I would not disturb you as long as youpaid the interest promptly. "

"Then you decline to buy the farm at private sale?"

"I do. "

"I don't think you will be any better off in the end, Squire Hudson, foroppressing a poor man, and robbing him of his little all, " said MarkNelson, bitterly. 

"You don't look at the matter from a business point of view, " said thesquire, coldly. "I am acting as any business man would under thecircumstances. "

"I cannot believe you, sir. All business men are not so hard-hearted. "

"I really don't think there is any use in prolonging this interview, "said Squire Hudson, stiffly. "I have resolved upon my course, in which Iam perfectly justified, however you may choose to regard it. "

This removed the farmer's last hope, and he had only to look about foranother home for his family. There was small choice of houses in thelittle farming town. In fact there was but one house, --a shabby, dilapidated building, a mile from the church and store. This, Mr. Nelson, having no choice, engaged for a period of three months. 

"It makes me homesick to think of going to live in that barn, " saidSarah, as they were sitting together after supper. 

"It may not be so bad as you think for, Sarah, " said her mother; butshe secretly sympathized with her daughter. 

"I wish Squire Hudson had to live there himself, " said Walter, in anangry outburst. 

Usually Walter was checked by his father when uttering such speeches;but to-night Mark Nelson took no notice of his son's angry remark. Hefelt that it would only be a righteous retribution upon the squire forhis cold selfishness. 

While they were sitting in the plain room endeared to them by theassociation of years, a sound of wheels was heard, and the village stagestopped before the door. 

"Who can it be?" said Sarah, wonderingly. 

The whole family hurried to the window. What youthful, yet manly figure, was that actively descending from his perch beside the driver?

"It's Tom!" exclaimed Mrs. Nelson. "Heaven be praised! It is my dearboy. "

Tom was almost suffocated by the embraces which he received on enteringthe house. 

"How you have grown, Tom!" said Sarah. "And how well you look!"

"Thank you for the compliment, " said Tom, laughing. "But I don't feelwell. "

"What is the matter?" asked his mother, with maternal solicitude. 

"I am as hungry as a bear. Have you got anything to eat in the house?"

This hint was enough. Fresh tea was made, and the wanderer was soonsitting before a bountiful supply of food, cooked in his mother's beststyle. 

"It seems good to be at home, " said Tom, looking around him, his facebeaming with happiness. 

"Did you get my letter, Tom, announcing the squire's intention toforeclose the mortgage?" asked his father, gravely. 

"Yes, father; is it really true?"

"Yes; he will listen to no persuasions. "

"When does the sale take place?"

"To-morrow. "

"I shall be present. Have you thought of any other house, father?"

"The old Belcher house is the only one I can hire. "

"That is a poor place. "

"It must do for lack of a better. "

"I didn't think the squire would act so meanly. At any rate, father, Iwill see that you don't any of you suffer for lack of money. "

"Have you been doing well, Tom?" asked Walter. 

"Ask me to-morrow, Walter. To-night I want to hear all the news, andeverything that has happened since I went away. "

CHAPTER XXXI. 

BIDDING FOR THE FARM. 

"I apprehend, " said the squire to his brother-in-law the next morning, "that we shall get the farm at our own price. "

"I hope we shall, squire, " said the poor relative, deferentially. "Isuppose this man Nelson is sorry to part with it. "

"Of course; he charges me with meanness, oppressing the poor, and so on;but of course I don't mind that. It's a matter of business; as I toldhim. "

"To be sure. "

"I am not to be moved by sentimental considerations. Business isbusiness; but he won't see it in that light. "

"You consider the farm worth considerable more than the amount of themortgage, of course?"

"It is worth four thousand dollars, in my opinion, " said the squire, complacently. 

"If you get it for twenty-two hundred, it will be an excellent bargain. "

"Father, " exclaimed Sinclair, entering the breakfast-room, ratherhurriedly, "Tom Nelson has got home. "

"Where did you hear this, my son?" asked Squire Hudson, in surprise. 

"At the store. He got home by coach last evening. "

"Got discontented, I suppose, " said the squire, in a tone of triumph. "Ithought that was how it would turn out. He can't expect me to advancemoney to take him out there again. "

"I wish you would let me go, " said Sinclair. 

"Some day I may take a trip out there with you, my son. Have you seenThomas?"

"No, he keeps mighty close. He hasn't even been round at the store. "

"He is ashamed to show himself, I suppose. He will have to work on thefarm--on a farm again. "

"I suppose that will be a hard pill for him to swallow, " said Sinclair. 

"No doubt. He is poor and proud, like his father before him. I am gladof one thing, --that I am sure of getting back the two hundred dollars Iadvanced for his journey. I wonder where he raised money to get back. "

 * * * * *

Though there were not likely to be any competitors for the farm, aconsiderable number gathered at the sale. There was a general feeling ofsympathy for the Nelsons, but no one was able to express that sympathyin a tangible form, Squire Hudson cared little for the opinion of hisneighbors. Some of them were in debt to him, and he looked down uponthem with the arrogance of wealth. 

Tom received many friendly greetings. He was plainly dressed, quiet inhis manner, and seemed to take matters very coolly. 

At length the farm was put up, the auctioneer naturally turning towardsthe squire, who responded pompously, "I bid twenty-two hundred dollars, the amount of the mortgage I hold upon the property. "

"Is there any other bid?" asked the auctioneer. 

"I bid twenty-five hundred dollars, " said a clear, boyish voice. 

All were startled, and all eyes were turned upon Tom Nelson, who cameslightly forward. 

"Twenty-five hundred!" repeated the auctioneer, hesitating whether heshould receive the bid. 

"I protest against this outrage, " exclaimed Squire Hudson, angrily. "Thebid is ridiculous. "

"Why is my bid ridiculous, Squire Hudson?" asked Tom, calmly. 

"Because you haven't got the money. It is a transparent attempt to runup the price of the farm. "

"You know nothing of my circumstances, Squire Hudson, " said Tom, independently. "I stand ready to pay the sum I bid, and, should yououtbid me, I am ready to prove to any committee you may appoint, that Ipossess the money, or all my bids shall go for nothing, and you can havethe farm at your first offer. "

"That is fair!" cried all. 

"This is all nonsense, " said the squire. "Those of you who choose maybelieve this boy; I don't. "

"Going at twenty-five hundred!" said the auctioneer. 

"Twenty-five hundred and fifty!" said the squire, adding, "I make thebid on the terms proposed by the boy. "

"Twenty-eight hundred!" said Tom. 

"And fifty!" bid the squire. 

"Three thousand!" instantly came from Tom. 

No one was more surprised than Tom's own family at this unexpectedscene. He had not dropped a hint as to his intentions, choosing to takeall by surprise. Mark Nelson was perplexed. Though he had greatconfidence in Tom, he feared that he could not make good his bold bids. 

At length the farm was knocked down to our hero at three thousand fivehundred dollars. 

"Now, " said the squire, angrily, "I demand that this farce come to anend. I believe the bidding of this boy to be a premeditated swindle. Ifso, I will do my best to have him punished. "

"And I, " said Tom, boldly, "have an equal right to demand that SquireHudson submit proof that he is responsible for the amount of hisoffers. "

"Curse your impudence!" exclaimed the squire, foaming with rage. 

"But I waive that right, " continued Tom, "and will ask Squire Hudson toname two gentlemen present to examine the proofs which I have to offerof my ability to back my bids. "

"I name Mr. Jones and Mr. Howe, " said the squire, quickly, "and requestthem to act at once. "

"That is my desire, " said Tom. 

In five minutes the committee reported that Tom had shown thembank-books, of two Boston banks, certifying that he held two thousanddollars on deposit in one, and four thousand in the other. 

"Is that satisfactory?" asked Tom, coolly. 

"No, " shouted the squire; "I believe that the books are bogus. "

But the rest of those present entertained no doubts, and our hero was atonce surrounded by admiring friends, who shook his hand till it fairlyached. 

"Squire Hudson, your mortgage shall be paid whenever you desire, " saidTom. 

"Three cheers for Tom Nelson!" proposed some one, and the cheers weregiven with a will. During the confusion the squire and hisbrother-in-law slipped out of the house, thoroughly discomfited. 

CHAPTER XXXII. 

MANHOOD. 

If Squire Hudson was surprised at Tom's suddenly revealed wealth, Mr. Nelson was no less so. When Tom first commenced bidding his fatherfeared that he was only trying to annoy the squire, or, perhaps, seekingto force him to pay a higher price for the farm. But when investigationrevealed the fact of Tom's riches, and he saw the mountain of debtlifted from his little property, he was overjoyed and grateful. 

"I can't understand it, Tom, " he said; "how could you possibly getpossession of so much money?"

"I have worked hard, father; but that won't explain it. I have been verylucky, and my good luck has enabled me to save the farm. "

"I think you will be easier with me than the squire, Tom, " said hisfather, smiling. "I will make out a mortgage to you, since your moneyhas been used to redeem the farm. "

"I shall have no claim on the farm, " said Tom, "or if I have I give itto you. I have money enough for myself, and hope to earn a good dealmore besides. "

"If that is the case, Tom, I will gladly accept your gift. It will be agreat relief to think that I have no interest to pay. Now I shall beable to get along easily. I have over two hundred dollars on hand. "

"I want to make your life easier, hereafter, father. I think you need alarger income than the farm will yield you, and I will therefore sendyou a hundred dollars every quarter. "

"You are very generous, Tom; but I fear you will soon get rid of allyour money at this rate. "

"I will explain my circumstances, father, and then you will thinkdifferently. I have a business in San Francisco which will yield me atleast a thousand dollars a year, without my personal attention, andafter paying the squire what is due him I shall have about fourthousand dollars left. This I mean to invest securely in Boston. "

"I can hardly realize that you are so rich, Tom. "

"I can scarcely realize it myself, father. When I think of the changethat fifteen months have made in my circumstances I consider myself theluckiest boy in the world, and have great cause for gratitude. "

It will be understood that, though Tom had bid thirty-five hundreddollars for the farm, all he was required to pay was the amount of themortgage, the bid having been made in his father's interest. In a fewdays the business was completed, and Mr. Nelson found himself the ownerof an unencumbered property. 

Tom remained a week longer in the village, and then started once morefor California. His mother urged him to remain at home, now that he hadso much money; but Tom reminded her that he was partner in a business inSan Francisco, and that he needed to look after his interests there. John Miles might be sick, or die, and in that case he might meet withserious losses. 

Returning to San Francisco Tom became an active instead of a silentpartner. The business was considerably enlarged, and became much moreprofitable. At the end of two years Tom sold out to his partner forseveral thousand dollars, and, entering an office, studied law, devotinga portion of his time to general study. At a comparatively early age hewas admitted to the bar of his adopted city, and by degrees got intolucrative practice. He had become so much attached to California that hedecided to make it his permanent home. 

Up among the New Hampshire hills his father still tills his little farm, but he no longer depends upon it for his entire living. Tom regularlysends the allowance he promised, and in addition his brothers are oftenthe recipients of handsome gifts. Harry, developing a taste for study, was sent to Exeter Academy, from which in due course he was transferredto Harvard. He, too, was destined for the law, and when he had takenhis legal degree joined Tom in California, and is now his partner. 

Other changes there are in the little village. Squire Hudson is dead, and Sinclair, making haste to sell the homestead, removed to New York, engaged in speculation, and lost everything. One day, shabbily dressed, he entered Tom's office in San Francisco, and asked for the loan offifty dollars to enable him to reach the mines. Tom gave it, for oldacquaintance' sake. It was not the last request for money made bySinclair. Nothing has been heard of him for some years, and it isprobable that a life which was of no service to any one is finished. Hehad the best start in life, but misused his advantages. Tom has worthilyemployed the talents committed to his charge, and is happy, honored, andprosperous. 

THE YOUNG EXPLORER;

_or_, AMONG THE SIERRAS, will be the next volume.