"Yes," answered Tom, soberly.
"Don't make yourself uneasy about it, however," said Miles, observing that Tom seemed apprehensive. "As your father's farm is not particularly valuable, there can be no danger of foreclosure. By the way, wouldn't you like to have me remit your father something next month out of the profits of the business?—I can charge it to your account."
"I am glad you mentioned it, John. You may send him fifty or seventy-five dollars, if my share should amount to so much."
"I will."
"And I am going to have my home letters directed to your care. You can forward them to me whenever you have an opportunity."
"I won't fail, Tom. If there is anything you need sent out to you, you have only to write me, and I will attend to your commissions."
"It is very convenient to have an agent in the city," said John, smiling. "I shall feel much more comfortable out at the mines."
"I wish you good luck, Tom; but remember, even if you don't succeed in your search for gold, I shall be making money for you here."
"You make me feel quite like a capitalist, John."
"I hope you may be one some day. Good-by!"