"Do you go farther than Pittsburg?"
"Yes, I am going to California," answered Tom proudly.
"Is it possible? Are you alone?"
"Yes, sir."
"You are young to travel so far."
"I am sixteen; that is, I shall be in two or three weeks."
"Still, you are young to take such a journey alone. Are you going to join friends there?"
"No; I am going to seek my fortune."
Once more the young man looked surprised, and scanned Tom curiously.
"I presume you are from the city," he observed, with a smile which Tom would not have understood if he had noticed it. The truth is, that Tom bore evident marks of being a country boy. I don't like to say that he looked "green," but he certainly lacked the air that distinguishes a town-bred boy. His companion evidently understood boy nature, for Tom was much flattered by the supposition that he was a city boy.