“When we get to San Francisco I may be able to offer you inducements.”
“I shall want to travel about the State a little first,” said Tom. “Thank you for the offer, though.”
“Oh, well, I shall be in a hurry. Will you go to the mines?”
“I think so.”
“Perhaps I may go, too. I have never been in any mining district, and I have a curiosity to see what it looks like. Will you have a cigar?”
“No, thank you.”
“Oh, I forgot you don’t smoke. I suppose I must go into the smoking-car—be back soon.”
The reader may have a curiosity to know what passed between Percy Burnett and his friend, the rough diamond, when they left the car together.
“Who’s that boy you’ve got with you, Jim?” asked Jack.
“A young man who is under my guardianship,” said Mr. Burnett, hesitating.