“That’s all right then,” said Tom with satisfaction. “I will ask you to give me a recommendation under the name of Lincoln, as it may come handy some day.”
“I will do that with pleasure, Tom. How are you provided with money?”
“I have nearly two hundred dollars, thanks to the hundred you gave me.”
“That sum you richly deserved. I may as well say now that if you should fail in your project and return to San Francisco, you have only to come to me and I will find something for you to do.”
“Thank you,” said Tom warmly. “I will remember that and your constant kindness to me.”
“He’s a fine fellow,” thought Burton, “and as sharp as a steel-trap. I’m very sorry to lose him.”
But Tom felt less regret. He had a boyish love of adventure, and he was about to play for a high stake. The mission which he had undertaken was one which required all his shrewdness to carry out successfully. Tom realized this, but he was resolved to do his best.
CHAPTER XXX
THE EFFECT OF A NAME.
