“And have you succeeded?”
“Yes, sir.”
And Bob started to tell how he had run across Mr. Starleigh through the sneak-thief’s effort to get away.
“I’ve heard of that fellow,” said Mr. Maverick. “But go on with your story. I am quite interested.”
“And so am I,” added Grace, who had taken a seat at her father’s feet.
Bob did as requested. Both Mr. Maverick and his daughter asked a great number of questions, and before the youth was aware he had related his entire history, and the clock had long since struck ten.
“Really I must be making you tired,” said the youth, as he glanced at the time-piece.
“On the contrary, I have been deeply interested,” said the railroad president. “I like to see a young man show pluck and determination. That is the only way to succeed in life. So your ambition is to become a first-class photographer?”
“Yes, sir. I don’t care so much for studio work, but I would like to use the art on the road. I love travelling from place to place.”
Mr. Maverick stroked his chin reflectively. A sudden idea had flashed through his mind.