“I don’t know what we should have done without you, Cross,” said my uncle.
Pete’s forehead wrinkled up, and he looked at me wistfully.
“I don’t know which was the more useful, Cross,” I said, “you or Pete.”
“Wish you a safe journey home to the old country, gentlemen,” said Pete, smiling; “and, if ever you’re going collecting again and’ll take me, why, I’d come from anywheres the wide world round.”
But they did not say good-bye when the vessel in which we had taken our passage sailed, for the captain was short of hands and gladly took them on, so that it was at Liverpool we finally parted, for we had what they wished us, a safe journey home.
“You will take me if you go again, Master Nat?” cried Pete, when we shook hands.
“Yes, Pete,” I said; “I promise you I will.”
The End.
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