"I must tell you something about the boy of whom you are to be temporary guardian," said Mr. Gilbert. "Perhaps it will be best for me to read you in the first place the letter I received from my poor cousin just before his death. It was written at his dictation, for he was already too weak to hold the pen."
He drew from a desk this letter which he proceeded to read aloud:
"Gulchville, California,
"Oct. 17.
"MY DEAR COUSIN,
"When this letter reaches you I shall in all probability be in a better world. I am dying of consumption. I leave behind me a boy of ten--my poor little Philip. I leave him to the mercies of a cold world, for I am penniless. I had a little property once, but I speculated and lost all.
Poor Philip will be an orphan and dest.i.tute. I know you are rich and prosperous. Won"t you, in your generosity, agree to care for my poor boy? He won"t require much, and I shall be content to have him reared plainly, but I don"t want him to suffer.
"I am sick at the house of a cousin of my wife. He is a mean man, and his wife is also penurious and mean. They have made my sickness still more bitter by their taunts. They complain that I am an expense to them, and they would turn me out of doors, sick as I am, I am convinced, if they were not ashamed to do so. Poor Philip will be left to their tender mercies, but I hope only for a short time. I can bear to suffer myself, but I can"t bear to think of his suffering. He is a sensitive boy, not over strong, and ill-fitted to bear the buffetings of a cold and unkind world. Won"t you send for him as soon as you can? In your hands I am sure he will be safe and kindly cared for.
"I am getting very tired and must stop. G.o.d bless you!
"Your unfortunate cousin,
"John Lillis.
"P. S. The man in whose house I am stopping is named Nahum Sprague."
"You see, Mark, your mission will be one of mercy. The sooner the poor boy is rescued from such people as Mr. and Mrs. Sprague the better for him. By the way, I don"t want them to say my cousin has been an expense to them. Therefore I will authorize you to obtain from them an itemized account of what they have spent for him and the boy and pay it. You will see that they don"t impose upon me by presenting too large a bill."
"Yes, sir. I will look sharply after your interests."
"I shall give you more than enough to get you to San Francisco, and I will give you a letter to a firm there, authorizing you to draw upon them for any sum you may require up to a thousand dollars."
"But that will be a great deal more than I shall need."
"I presume so, but I give you so large a credit to use in case of emergencies."
"You are trusting me very far, Mr. Gilbert."
"I am aware of that, but I feel entirely safe in doing so."
"Thank you, sir."
Other directions were given, and it was agreed that Mark should start on his long journey on Monday morning.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
MARK AT OMAHA.
SOME days later Mark found himself at Omaha. Here he was to transfer himself to the Union Pacific Railroad, at that time the only Pacific road built with the exception of the Central Pacific, which formed with it a continuous line to San Francisco. Mark decided to remain in Omaha for a single day and then take the train for his destination.
At the hotel Mark found himself sitting next to a man with bronzed face and rough attire who embodied his ideas of a miner. The stranger during the meal devoted himself strictly to business, but going out of the dining-room at the same time with Mark he grew sociable.
"Well, young pard.," he said, "what"s your trail?"
Mark looked puzzled.
"I mean which way are you going--East or West?"
"I am going to San Francisco."
"Ever been there before?"
Mark shook his head.
"I never was as far West as this before," he answered. "I came from New York."
"So I thought. You look like a tenderfoot. Are you going out to stay?"
"Only a short time. I am going after a young boy. I am going to carry him back with me."
"A kid, eh? You"re not much more than a kid yourself."
"I guess I can take care of myself," said Mark with a smile.
"Shouldn"t wonder. You look like it. Nothing soft about you."
"I hope I haven"t got a soft head. As to my heart, I hope that isn"t hard."
"Good for you. I reckon you"re a likely kind of boy."
"I suppose you have been to California," said Mark, thinking it his turn to ask questions.
"Yes; I"ve been on the coast for three years, more or less."
"How do you like it out there?"
"Well, I"ve had my ups and downs. A year ago, six months for that matter, I was dead broke."
"Did your luck change?"
"Not till I struck Nevada. Then I got a small interest in the Golden Hope mine----"
"The Golden Hope mine?" exclaimed Mark in excitement.
"Do you know anything of that mine, youngster?"