"If I should die I should want any money I might have left sent to my father."
"Give me his address, my lad, and it shall be done. It is a good precaution, and we shan't either of us die the sooner for doing our duty, to the best of our ability, by those who would mourn our loss."
Tom and his friend instituted inquiries, and ascertained that two days later a caravan was to start on its way across the continent. They ascertained, also, that the leader of the expedition was a pioneer named Fletcher, who was making his home at the California Hotel. They made their way thither, and were fortunate enough to find Mr. Fletcher at home. He was a stout, broad-shouldered man, a practical farmer, who was emigrating from Illinois. Unlike the majority of emigrants, he had his family with him, namely, a wife, and four children, the oldest a boy of twelve.
"My friend," said Ferguson, "I hear that you are soon leaving here with a party for California."
"I leave day after to-morrow," answered Fletcher.
"Is your party wholly made up?"
"We are about full; but we might receive one or two more."
"My young friend and I wish to join some good party, as we cannot afford to remain here, and we are anxious to get to work as soon as possible."
Some care needed to be exercised in the choice of a party, as there were some who would only give trouble and annoyance, or perhaps fail to pay their proper share of the expenses. But Ferguson's appearance was sufficient guarantee of his reliability, and no one was likely to object to Tom.
"Of course," added Ferguson, "we are ready to bear our share of the expense."