“Do call me by my right name, please,” interposed the good-humoured young fellow, speaking in such a sort of pleading way that Seth could not take offence.
“Waal, thin, ef yer are so partick’ler,” replied that worthy, with a very bad pretence of being angry, “kim along, Wilton, thaar now! and see to this mine of ourn that you’ve now got to look arter. How does yer like that style anyhow?”
“Decidedly better,” responded the young engineer, with his frank, light-hearted laugh, in which Mr Rawlings joined.
And the four then proceeded in the direction of the shaft, Seth leading the way, with Sailor Bill, as usual behind him.
Story 1—Chapter XI.
A Roundabout Route.
“It must have been a rough journey for you, all the way from Oregon in almost the depth of winter,” said Mr Rawlings, as he and Ernest Wilton followed after Seth Allport, seizing the opportunity of proceeding with the conversation which the ex-mate had interrupted.
Mr Rawlings had taken a strong fancy to the young Englishman from the first, and the more he saw of his frank, open nature, the more he liked him.