Richard did as directed.
"It's a pity that such letters should cause you so much trouble," went on the old sailor; "but that's the way of the world."
"Have you had any other letters?" asked Richard, for he had not seen Doc Linyard for several days, and thought it possible that something might have turned up in the meantime.
"Nary a word. I've put the advertisement in the papers—three of 'em—twice now, and not a single answer."
"It's too bad. Have you heard anything from the property in England?"
"Yes; I got a letter to-day asking me to hurry, as they wanted to settle affairs up there."
"Did you answer?"
"Not yet. You know it's hard lines for me to write."
"If you wish I'll write for you."
"Thank you; I'll wait a day or two yet, and see if something doesn't turn up."