Then Schuyler presented to Wycliff certain facts which he wished embodied in the letter:—How he came to Papyrus forty years before, with only a dollar in his pocket, and had built up his present fine property by industry and fair dealing.
“I tell you what,� he said, as his hearer excused himself to perform some service for the sick ones, “You write the letter to-morrow, when you have leisure. I’ll drive over in the evening and get it. By the way, how’s your coal-bin?�
“Pretty low,� replied Wycliff.
“Very well,� said Schuyler, “I’ll send a ton to-morrow and a receipt by the driver. Good night.�
And out into the night went this last candidate for political honors.
“A pretty good day financially, my dears,� said Wycliff, as he kissed his wife and son, and made everything secure for the night.
CHAPTER III.
“JOHN, do you know where Pulpit Rock is?�
“Indeed I do. It’s two or three miles into the Wilderness.�
“How near can you drive to it?�