"It's all yours," said Bob, heartily enjoying the sight; "and he said that if there are more of them up there your fortune is made."
"Did—did he give you all this?" faltered Hank.
"He certainly did, and it did not take him two minutes to decide upon the worth of the thing. He said it is worth more than that, but he couldn't tell until he had sent it to New York; and whatever they give him in advance of that he will give you half. I tell you, old fellow, your shooting is about over."
"Well, I am beaten!" said Hank, when he had in some measure recovered his wits. "Ever since father came home from the Confederate army we have been living from hand to mouth, you may say, and I never supposed my luck would take such a turn as this. Bob, I am ever so much obliged to you, and you must come around some time, when father isn't here, to let mother thank you."
"That's all right," said Bob. "But you looked awful downhearted when I went to your house just now. What was the trouble?"
"Father was scolding me because I didn't ask some money of you when I went out to take that sailboat ride," answered Hank, looking down at the ground. "I told him that you were as hard up as we were, and he wouldn't listen to it."
"I am, and that's a fact."
"You see he is hard pressed for a pair of shoes, the ones he now wears being so far gone that they let his feet out on the ground."
"Then let him go to work. The idea of his laying around and doing nothing! I will find him a job of sawing wood to-morrow morning."
"But he don't want that. He wants to have money coming in when he isn't doing anything to earn it."