“If we didn’t live in a poor cabin, I would ask you to visit me.”
“Never mind about how you live; I will come. It isn’t the house I shall come to see, but you. Some time when you are going out fishing I wish you would take me along.”
“With all my heart, if you will come.”
To Herbert alone Robert confided his discovery of the purse of gold.
It was about a week before Robert had occasion to use any of his gold. By that time he had spent the balance of the money given him by Mr. Lawrence Tudor and was forced to fall back upon his gold, having as yet received nothing from the hermit, who knew that he was not in immediate want of money.
Abner Sands was standing behind the counter in his grocery when Robert entered.
“What can I do for ye, Robert?” asked the trader.
“You may give me two pounds of tea and six pounds of flour.”
“I s’pose ye’ve got the money,” said Sands cautiously.
“Of course I have.”