"Mr. Woolson, yes."
"You ought to call, you and Jack."
"I'll go this morning. Will you come too, Jack?"
"I'll go with you anywhere, Harry," said the young sailor, whose affection and admiration for Harry were very strong.
About ten o'clock the boys entered the office of Mr. Woolson. It was situated in one of the handsomest blocks in Little Collins Street, and they learned that he was a wholesale merchant and importer.
"Is Mr. Woolson in?" Harry asked of a clerk.
"He is in the inner office. Have you business with him?"
"Yes."
Admitted into the inner office, the boys saw the old gentleman seated at a large desk with a pile of papers and letters before him. They were by no means certain that he would recognize them, but he did so instantly.
"I am glad to see you, my young friends," he said, rising and shaking hands with them. "I have thought of you often, and of the great service you did me. Have you just returned from the mines?"