“Humph! that isn’t a hundredth part of it. As soon as I reached the city I hunted up a bath, and told the proprietor I had met with an accident, and he fixed me up. But I can tell you, Olly, I don’t want any more such tumbles!”
“And where did you get your money to pay for the trip?” asked Oliver.
“Didn’t I have a hundred dollars that Uncle Dick left me before he started for Australia? I had that and twenty-five dollars besides. I thought you would take this steamer, and as soon as I saw your name on the register, I engaged a berth too.”
“And what do you intend to do when you reach San Francisco?”
“I don’t know yet. But see here, Olly, you don’t act a bit as if you cared to have me with you,” added Gus in injured tones.
“I do care a good deal. But I’m sorry you ran away. What will your father and mother think of it?”
“I sent them a long letter just before we sailed, so they won’t worry.”
“But they will worry, Gus.”
“Well, to tell the truth, I am sorry on mother’s account. To be real candid, if I had stopped to think perhaps I wouldn’t have come at all. But now I am here, and that is all there is to it.”