“Then I can’t lend you the money.”
Noah pleaded, but in vain.
Five minutes later Guy had a pleasant surprise. Coming up the road from the station he met Captain Grover of the Osprey.
CHAPTER XXII
THE CAPTAIN OF THE OSPREY
“Guy, my son!” said Captain Grover, his face lighting up with unmistakable joy. “It does me good to see you again. Why, you’re quite two inches taller than when we parted at Bombay.”
“Yes, captain; I think I have grown,” returned Guy, complacently. “When did you get back?”
“Only last week. You are here almost as soon as I. Have you got through working for Mr. Saunders?”
“Oh, no. I am still in his employ. I went to England to attend to some business for him, and I am now in America on the same errand.”
“And does he make it worth your while?”
“Yes,” answered Guy, smiling. “I won’t go into particulars. I haven’t done that even with my father. I will tell you, however, that since I have been home I have paid off a five hundred dollar mortgage on the parsonage.”