“I never paid any money more cheerfully in my life,” mused Bolton. “Now I must find the boy!”
CHAPTER XXVII
OREVILLE
When Ernest and Luke Robbins started for California, they had no very definite plans as to the future. But they found among their fellow passengers a man who was just returning from the East, where he had been to visit his family. He was a practical and successful miner, and was by no means reluctant to speak of his success.
“When I landed in ’Frisco,” he said, “two years ago, I had just forty dollars left after paying the expenses of my trip. I couldn’t find anything to do in the city, so I set out for the mines.”
“Where did you go?” asked Luke, becoming interested.
“To Oreville. At least, that’s what they call it now. Then it didn’t have a name.”
“I hope you prospered,” said Ernest.