“Yes, I have. I’m a rollin’ stone, and I haven’t gathered any moss.”
“Do you see that coin?” and the stranger took from his pocket a silver quarter and flipped it up in the air.
“Yes. Is there anything strange about it?”
“Well, there’s this—it’s the last and only piece of property now belonging to Nahum Stockton. If you are acquainted with the tax-collector, don’t mention it, for I wouldn’t like to be assessed on it.”
“I will respect your wishes, Mr. Stockton,” said Tom, laughing. “May I ask what are your plans?”
“If I can buy a claim for a quarter, I will settle down here and dig for gold.”
Tom looked at Grant, and Grant nodded, for he read his friend’s thought.
“Having so much money,” said Tom soberly, “you’d better buy a couple of claims.”
“That’s a good joke,” returned Stockton, with a grim smile.
“No joke at all! My friend and I own a couple of claims, and we leave Howe’s Gulch to-morrow. We will make them over to you without money and without price. As to a cradle, you can buy one on instalments.”
“Do you mean it?” asked Stockton eagerly.
“Yes; but I don’t want to deceive you in the matter. They haven’t been paying very well lately, and Grant and I are going elsewhere to prospect.”
“If they are paying anything, I’ll accept them with pleasure.”
“They are paying something, and of course there’s a possibility of striking it rich in either one of them.”
“Gentlemen,” said Stockton earnestly, “you don’t know what you’ve done for me. I was at the end of my resources, and felt kind o’ reckless. You’ve made a new man of me.”
“We are glad to do you a service. Grant, can’t you get us some supper? After eating, we’ll go and show Mr. Stockton the claims, for we shall want to make an early start to-morrow morning. Mr. Stockton, our supper will be a plain one, but we shall be glad to have you join us in eating it.”
“You can’t be gladder than I am,” said Nahum quaintly. “I haven’t had anything to eat since mornin’, and then it was only a slice of bread and a glass of milk and water with the milk left out.”
Grant was in the cabin, making ready the evening meal. There was bread and butter, some cold meat, and cup of tea for each. Mr. Stockton ate as if he enjoyed every mouthful.
“You don’t ask me how I lost my money,” he said.