ass and
carefully examined a glittering fragment of stone, while the boy leaned
over the table upon which his elbows rested, and eagerly watched his
uncle's actions.

"Is that gold, uncle?"

"Eh? gold? nonsense. Pyrites--mingling of iron and sulphur, Ned.
Beautiful radiated lines, those. But, as I was saying, every man to his
taste. Some people who have plenty of money like to go for a ride in
the park, and then dress for dinner, and eat and drink more than is good
for them. I don't. Such a life as that would drive me mad."

"But you didn't answer my question, uncle."

"Yes, I did, Ned. I said it was pyrites."

"No, no. I mean the other one, uncle. Will you take me?"

"Get away with you! Go back to the rectory and read up, and by-and-by
we'll send you to Oxford, and you shall be a parson, or a barrister,
or--"

"Oh, uncle, it's too bad of you! I want to do as you do. I say: do
take me!"

"What for?"

"Because I want to go. I won't be any trouble to you, and I'll work
hard and rough it, as you call it; and I know so much about what you do
that I'm sure I can be very useful; and then you know what you've often
said to me about its being so dull out in the wilds by yourself, and you
would have me to talk to of a night."

"Silence! Be quiet, you young tempter. Take you, you soft green
sapling! Why, you have no more muscle and endurance than a twig."

"Twigs grow into stout branches, uncle."

"Look here, sir: did your tutor teach you to argue your uncle to death
when you wanted to get your own way?"

"No, uncle."

"Do you think I should be doing my duty as your guardian if I took you
right away into a savage country, to catch fevers and sunstrokes, and
run risks of being crushed by elephants, bitten by poisonous reptiles,
swallowed by crocodiles, or to form a lunch for a fastidious tiger tired
of blacks?"

"Now you are laughing at me again," said the boy.

"No, sir. There are risks to be encountered."

"They wouldn't hurt me any more than they would you, uncle."

"There you are again, arguing in that abominable way! No, sir; I shall
not take you. At your ago education is the thing to study, and nothing
else. Now, be quiet!" and Johnstone Murray's eyes looked pleasant,
though his freckled brown face looked hard, and his eyes seemed to say
that there was a smile hidden under the grizzled curly red beard which
covered the lower part of his face.

"There, uncle, now I have got you. Y