"Yes, often."
"That man is Peter Thornton!" said Randall, pointing with his finger to the miser.
The latter half rose from his seat, and then, as if he had received a mortal wound sank to the floor.
"You require no other confirmation of my words," said the mate.
"Why my lad, you will be a rich man," said Bill Sturdy, his face beaming with satisfaction.
"How glad mother will be!" exclaimed Charlie. "Where is she, Mr. Randall? I want so much to see her."
The mate gave Charlie briefly the information he required, and added, "You will probably need my assistance to establish your claim to the property of which yonder old man has so long deprived you. I shall hold myself at your service, trusting to your honor to pay me the thousand dollars agreed upon."
"You shall not trust in vain, Mr. Randall," said Charlie, promptly. "Place me in possession of what is rightfully mine, and you shall have no reason to complain."
"Very well, I shall stop at the Tremont House for the present. There you or your lawyer will find me. I advise you to employ legal assistance."
"I will do so, and thank you for the suggestion. As soon as I have seen my mother I shall proceed to business."