"Yes, there is one ten miles away, in Fairfield, but I am not able to go there."
"Send me, then. You will want to keep some of the gold by you for use."
"I use very little money," said the old man, shaking his head.
"I hope you will use more. You are getting old, and you ought to be more comfortably situated. As I read the letter you sent to Mr. Nugent I know that you are abundantly able to live better than you do."
"You are right. Heretofore I have had no ambitions and no object in life, but since I am assured of John Nugent's forgiveness I feel that a burden had been lifted from my soul. You are so young, you won't get tired of staying with the old man?"
"No, Mr. Nixon. Not only for Mr. Nugent's sake, but for your sake, I will gladly remain with you and do what I can."
"Thank you. It puts new life into me to know that I have a young companion who will help me, and do for me what I cannot do for myself. You came at the right time."
"Yes, I was startled when I opened the cabin door to see that man in the act of robbing you. Is he really your nephew?"
"Dear knows, I don't! I never saw him before. Whatever he is I don't care to recognize him as a relative."
"I don't think he will ever trouble you again. The men who carried him away will give him a good fright, at any rate. Now, Mr. Nixon, where do you think it best that I should stay? I need to be near you to take care of you."