"But what has become of my mother and sister?" asked White.
"They are in Harbour Grace," answered David Gidge, "stopping with some kin of mine. You see, all three of us was brung to St. Johns as witnesses, and there wasn't money enough to take us back till I could come sealing and make some."
"You are a trump, David Gidge!" exclaimed Cabot, while White gratefully squeezed the honest fellow's hand.
"I promised to look arter 'em till you come back," said the sailorman, simply.
At length the sealing season closed, and the prow of the "Labrador" was turned homeward, but even now, after many an anxious discussion, our lads were undecided as to what they should do upon landing. But a solution of the problem came to Cabot on the day that the steamer entered Conception Bay and anchored close off Bell Island, to await the moving of a great ice mass that had drifted into the harbour.
"I know what we'll do!" he cried.
CHAPTER XXXI.
ASSISTANT MANAGER OF THE MAN-WOLF MINE.
As the deeply laden sealer drew near to land, Cabot had impatiently scanned the coast of the great island that he had once thought so remote, but which, after his long sojourn in the Labrador wilderness, now seemed almost the same as New York itself. When the "Labrador" entered Conception Bay, at the head of which lies Harbour Grace, her home port, and was forced by ice to anchor, he inquired concerning a small island that lay close at hand.