MR. BURTON was putting back some goods upon the shelves, when Tom walked quietly in. This was four days later.
“Tom!” he exclaimed in amazement. “What brings you here?”
“My legs,” answered Tom smilingly.
“But I thought you were at the mines?”
“I got part way there, but I changed my mind and came back.”
Mr. Burton looked a little perplexed.
“I wish I had known in time; but I have filled your place, and though I would much rather employ you, I don’t think it would be right to discharge your successor.”
“Nor I,” said Tom promptly. “You have made a mistake, Mr. Burton. I am not going to stay in San Francisco. I am going back to New York.”
“But I thought you were after some papers?” said his employer.