Harry quickened his step, and touched Mr. Clinton on the shoulder.
Clinton turned languidly, but when he saw who it was his face expressed undisguised pleasure.
“Mr. Vane!” he exclaimed. “I’m awfully glad to see you, don’t you know?”
“You haven’t forgotten my friend Jack, I hope,” said Harry, indicating the young sailor.
“I am glad to see him, too,” said Mr. Clinton, with modified pleasure, offering two fingers for Jack to shake, for he had not forgotten that Jack had been a sailor.
“When did you come from Australia?” asked Clinton.
“We only arrived day before yesterday.”
“And what luck did you have at the mines?”
“We struck it rich. We are all capitalists, Jack and all.”
“You don’t say so! I wish I had gone with you, really now.”