"You never did appreciate me, Fletcher. All I want is your good."
Fletcher was secured in such a way that escape was no longer possible. In due time he and his comrades reached Melbourne as captives, and were transferred to the civil authorities. It may be well to add here that they were tried, and sentenced to a prolonged term of imprisonment. Colson and Ropes fared a little better, their term being only half as long. They submitted sullenly to their fate, but singularly seemed more embittered against Obed Stackpole than against any of the officers through whose hands they passed. Obed would have fared badly had he fallen unprotected into their hands.
It was a joyful day for our young hero, as well as his three companions, when they saw rising before them the roofs and spires of Melbourne. During the weeks that had elapsed since their departure, they had not only "roughed it," but they had met with a series of adventures which were pleasanter to remember than to pass through. Twice they had been captives, but each time they had been providentially rescued. Harry felt that God had watched over him, and delivered him from danger and the schemes of wicked men, and his confidence and trust in an Overruling Power were stronger than ever.
It was some days before they secured the money resulting from the disposal of the nugget. When the matter was finally arranged, they found themselves in possession of about sixteen thousand dollars. This included the sum realized from the sale of the mining claim.
"That gives us about five thousand three hundred dollars apiece," said Harry, after a brief calculation.
"I can't believe it," said Jack, who really seemed bewildered by his good fortune. "Why, it's wonderful!"
"So it is, Jack. I dare say you are the richest young sailor of your age in the world."
"I don't know about that, but I feel as rich as a Vanderbilt."
"When does the next steamer start, Obed?"
"In four days. Can you be ready in that time?"