“Or anything else he can lay hands on,” said Grant, with a laugh.
They walked over to the mining-camp, put Stockton into possession of the claims, and introduced him to a miner, who agreed to sell him a cradle on instalments.
“Now, Grant,” said Tom, “we’ll go to bed, for we may have a long walk before us to-morrow.”
CHAPTER XXVII.
PAUL CRAMBO.
Full of hope, Grant and Tom arrived at the cabin of the old man who had promised them his claim.
“How are you feeling this morning?” inquired Grant, when they were admitted.
“Rather stiff, but better than yesterday. Is this your friend?”
“Yes. His name is Tom Cooper.”
The old man scrutinized him closely.
“It’s a good face,” he said. “You can trust him.”