“I don’t know quite for certain,” said Dick; “but I think he’s going to try and find something fresh, and work that.”
“What—some new metal?”
“I don’t know,” said Dick, “and I don’t think he quite knows yet. It all depends upon what he can find good enough.”
“I wish I could find something very valuable,” said Will thoughtfully—“something that I could show him; and then he might give me work in it, so that I could be independent.”
“Well, let’s try and find something good. I’ll go with you,” said Dick.
“When?”
“Not now. Oh! I say, I must get back; I am so precious hungry.”
It was quite time; but they had not far to go, though when Dick did enter the room it was to find his father and Arthur half through their meal.
“Three quarters of an hour late, Dick,” said his father. “I waited half an hour for you before I sat down. Where have you been?”
“To look at the sea, father; and up on the cliff to see how the wind blew—how strong, I mean.”