“Yis, sure! Where ilse wud I go?”
“Oh, Mike, don’t let us be parted! Go with me to New York! Ran is going to England about the first of December; wouldn’t you like to see him once more before he goes?”
Mike hesitated, then he said slowly:
“Sure, and I wud like to go with ye, Judy, and I wud like to see Ran, but——”
“Oh, don’t say but, Mike. Draw out the bit of money ye left in the savings bank at ’Frisco, and come with us.”
“Yis, but what the divil will I do before I get to ’Frisco without a cint av money or a dacint suit av clothes?”
“Oh—I’ll—I’ll—I’ll spake to the colonel’s leddy!” said Judy, springing up impulsively and running into the house to lay the case before her benefactress.
Mrs. Moseley was all sympathy and kindness, and soon devised a plan by which Mike should have an outfit and transportation to San Francisco, where he might draw his savings from the bank, and repay all advances.
That day and the next, through the kindness of the colonel and his officers, the footsore, starved and wearied tramps were fed and rested at the fort.
On Monday the determined miners went on their way to Grizzly, well provided with food and drink for their journey through the woods.