“Then you reside there, sir?”
“Oh, yes. I went out twenty years since; in fact, just after I graduated from the theological school. I spent a year at the mines; but, at the end of that time, finding an opening in my profession, I accepted the charge of a church in Sacramento.”
“In Sacramento?” exclaimed Hector, eagerly.
“Yes. Have you any associations with that city?”
“It is my birthplace, sir.”
“Then you are not a stranger to California?”
“Yes, sir; I came away so early that I have no recollection of the place.”
“What is your name?” asked the clergyman.
“Hector Roscoe.”
“Roscoe? The name sounds familiar to me,” said the minister, thoughtfully.