"Good night, sir," said the miner, "we don"t care to have the pleasure of your company any longer."
"I"ll be even with you for all this," growled Mack.
"Don"t feel bad, squire. You"ve got your money."
"Mother," said Fred, "this is my friend, Mr. Sloan."
"I am glad to see any friend of my boy," said Mrs. Fenton. "Won"t you stay and take supper with Fred?"
"I"d like to, ma"am, if it won"t be intruding."
"Not at all," said Fred cordially. "I"ve had luck to-day, mother. A beautiful young lady gave me five dollars."
"G.o.d bless her!" said Mrs. Fenton. "She couldn"t have given it at a better time."
CHAPTER VI.
MR. BASCOM"S PERIL.
Tom Sloan made himself very much at home with the Fentons. The widow sent out for a steak, and this, with a cup of tea and some fresh rolls, furnished a plain but excellent repast.
"I haven"t eaten so good a supper for a long time," said the miner. "It seems just like the suppers I used to get at home in Vermont."
"It was very plain," said Mrs. Fenton, "but probably you had a good appet.i.te."
"You are right there, ma"am."
Mr. Sloan remained chatting for a couple of hours. He told his new friends that he had been away two years, spending the time in Nevada and California.
"I hope you have had good luck, Mr. Sloan," said Fred.
"Yes, I"ve made a few thousand dollars, but I"m going back again next month."
"To California?"
"No, to Colorado."
Fred and his mother exchanged looks.
"My father left us some land in Colorado," said the train boy--"a hundred and twenty-five acres--but we can"t find out whether it has any value or not."
"Let me know where it is," said the miner, "and I"ll find out and send you word."
"Thank you! It will be a great favor," said Mrs. Fenton warmly. "A cousin of my husband went out there three months since, and visited the land. He reports that it is of no value, but offers to buy it for twenty-five dollars. Fred thinks he wouldn"t make the offer if it was not worth a good deal more."
"That"s where Fred"s head is level. Depend upon it your cousin is foxy and wants to take you in. I"ll tell you just how the matter stands."
Mrs. Fenton produced her husband"s papers, and Mr. Sloan made an entry of the location in a small note-book which he carried.
"Don"t worry about it any more, ma"am,"" he said. "I"ll do all I can for you, and I hope for your sake there"s a gold mine on the land."
Mrs. Fenton smiled.
"I shall be satisfied with less than that," she answered.
"How long are you going to stay in New York?" asked Fred.
"I am going to Vermont to-morrow, and, likely as not I shan"t come back this way, but go West from Boston. Anyway you"ll hear from me occasionally. I ain"t much of a writer, but I guess you can make out my pot-hooks."
"I"ll take the risk, Mr. Sloan," said Fred, "I am no writing master myself, but my little brother Albert can draw nicely, and writes a handsome hand. Bertie, bring your last writing-book."
The little boy did so, and exhibited it to the miner.
"Why, the kid beats my old teacher all hollow," said Sloan. "I"ve a great mind to take him with me to Vermont, and have him start a writing school."
"I"m afraid Albert couldn"t keep order among the big boys."
"Well, there might be some trouble that way. How much do you weigh, kid?"
"Ninety pounds," answered Albert.
"Well, that isn"t exactly a heavy weight. But, Fred, I must be going out and finding a room somewhere. Do you know of any good place?"
"There"s a hotel close by. I"ll go with you."
"Good evening, ma"am," said the miner, as he rose to go. "I may not see you again just at present, but I"ll look after that business of yourn.
Come here, kid, you ought to get a prize for your writing. Here"s something for you," and he handed the delighted boy a five-dollar gold piece.
"Oh, ma, now may I have a new suit?" asked Albert.
"If you want a new suit," said the miner, "I haven"t given you enough.
Here"s another five to help along."
"You are very kind, sir," said Mrs. Fenton. "Albert is really in need of clothes, and this will buy him something more than a suit."
"All the better, ma"am. I"m glad to have the chance of doing a little good with my money."
"I wish all who have money were like you. I wish you health and good fortune, and a safe return to your friends."
"Those are three good things, ma"am. If I get there I won"t kick."
"Do you ever kick?" asked Albert, puzzled.
"I see you don"t understand me, kid. It"s a slang term we miners use. I won"t complain. That"s a little better English, isn"t it?"