Tom told the story with which we are already familiar. Mr. Ferguson listened with strong intent. When it was finished, he said:
"Young man, have you the confession of this Jacob with you?"
Tom drew it from his inner pocket, and submitted it to inspection. He awaited the merchant's verdict.
"I recognize Jacob's handwriting," he said, at length. "He was a fellow-clerk of mine. I remember, also, that he disappeared at the same time with you. The story is a strange one, but I am inclined to think it is true. What do you intend to do?"
"I want to find my uncle."
"I am afraid you will find that difficult. He has left no clew in this city where he once lived. He sold out all his property, and has no interest here."
"You think he went to Minnesota?"
"Yes; but I cannot tell where."
"I will go to Minnesota, then," said our hero. "Is it far off?"
"It is several hundred miles away, and a large place when you get there. It costs money to travel. Are you well supplied?"