“If you meet with any good investment for the money while I am away, I should like to have you act for me as you would for yourself.”
“All right, Joe.”
Joe learned from Watson that the latter had been mining on the Yuba River, not far from the town of Marysville. He decided to go there, although he might have found mines nearer the city. The next question was, How should he get there, and should he go alone?
About this time a long, lank Yankee walked into the restaurant, one day, and, seating himself at a table, began to inspect the bill of fare which Joe used to write up every morning. He looked disappointed.
“Don’t you find what you want?” inquired Joe.
“No,” said the visitor. “I say, this is a queer country. I’ve been hankerin’ arter a good dish of baked beans for a week, and ain’t found any.”
“We sometimes have them,” said Joe. “Come here at one o’clock, and you shall be accommodated.”
The stranger brightened up.
“That’s the talk,” said he. “I’ll come.”
“Have you just come out here?” asked Joe curiously.