“May I speak to you a minute, sir?”
“An hour if you like,” said the other, kindly.
“I wanted to ask you something about the mines.”
“Are you thinking of going there?” asked the stranger, surveying him attentively.
“Yes,” said Harry.
“It is a rough sort of life you will have to lead there, my boy.”
“I expect so, but I think I can rough it, for a time at least.”
“Well, if you have good pluck I have nothing to say. But it aint everybody that succeeds.”
“No, sir, I suppose not; but I have a chance.”
“At any rate I have no right to dissuade you, for I was successful.”