"I would go to England in the very next steamer, and find my mother."
"Go to England!"
"It is clear enough to me that your mother is there. If you expect to find her, you must go there."
"I will do it, Bob," I replied, excited at the idea of crossing the ocean in search of my mother.
"Certainly; do it. You have a letter directed to—what's his name?"
"Robert G. Bunyard."
"Go to London, find this man, deliver the letter, and tell him you want to see the poor lady."
"I'll do it. Don't you suppose Tom Thornton will try to stop me?"
"No matter if he does. Keep a stiff upper lip."
"I shall do that. I have fought my way through so far, and I shall do it to the end," I replied, confidently. "It would have been better if I had avoided that scene with my uncle; but I could not help it."