CHAPTER XXXIV.
ON THE WAY HOME.
At San Francisco Mark stopped over a day to buy some clothing for Philip.
"Did Mr. Sprague select your clothes, Philip?" asked Mark. "If so, I can't compliment him on his taste."
"They are some old clothes of Oscar's," answered Philip. "They are the best I could get."
"We'll see if San Francisco can't furnish you with something better."
At a clothing store on Market Street, Mark bought a complete outfit for Philip. The latter was much pleased when he saw his transformation in a pier glass in the store.
"Now I shall have nothing to remind me of Mr. Sprague," he said. "Do you want me to take the old clothes with me?"
"No; we will leave them here."
They stopped at the Russ House. Just after supper Mark met an old acquaintance, the bronzed miner whom he had seen in Omaha. The latter walked up eagerly and grasped Mark's hand.
"It does me good to see you again, young pard," he said. "And is this the kid?"