“Yes, sir.”
“When you do, come to see me. I am a commission merchant in Boston. If it is your intention to follow a business life, I may be able to find you a place.”
“Thank you, sir; I should like nothing better.”
“To-morrow,” said Mr. Compton, “I will come here and complete the purchase.”
“Jack,” said Herbert, when the new purchaser of the mine had left them, “there is no work for us here. Come with me, and let us together tell Mr. Melville the good news.”
“A good thought, my lad!”
So the two mounted their horses, and left Deer Creek behind them. They little suspected how sorely they were needed.
CHAPTER XXXVII. TO THE RESCUE.
Herbert and his companion drew near the forest cabin, which had been the home of the former, without a suspicion that George Melville was in such dire peril. The boy was, indeed, thinking of him, but it was rather of the satisfaction his employer would feel at his good fortune.