"You don't mean to say you know that critter!" said Obed, eying Mr. Clinton with evident curiosity.
"Yes, he was one of the Nantucket passengers, and shipwrecked with us," said Harry. "He did not remain in Australia, but took a return vessel at once."
"That was lucky. A critter like that wouldn't be of much account at the mines."
"Stop! I am going to speak to him."
Harry quickened his step, and touched Mr. Clinton on the shoulder.
Clinton turned languidly, but when he saw who it was his face expressed undisguised pleasure.
"Mr. Vane!" he exclaimed. "I'm awfully glad to see you, don't you know?"
"You haven't forgotten my friend Jack, I hope," said Harry, indicating the young sailor.
"I am glad to see him, too," said Mr. Clinton, with modified pleasure, offering two fingers for Jack to shake, for he had not forgotten that Jack had been a sailor.
"When did you come from Australia?" asked Clinton.