out his hand for
a friendly grip, "the lead has turned out just as I fancied it would do,
and my efforts to open it out proved successful. You are now, as I told
you would be the case, the richest man in this State, or in Montana
either, for that matter, with all their talk of Bonanza Kings there."

"You bet," chimed in Noah Webster, who felt equally proud and delighted
with the young engineer at the result of their joint operations; but Mr
Rawlings could say little.

The Indian attack had hitherto prevented his realising this sudden
change of fortune, and now that he was fully conscious of it, all he
could do was to silently shake Ernest Wilton's hand first, and then Noah
Webster's; and after that each of those of the miners who pressed near
him for the purpose, full of sympathy with "the good luck of the boss,"
and forgetting already the fate of their lost comrades in the sight of
the glittering metal before them--their natural good spirits being
perfectly restored a little later on, when Mr Rawlings assured them, on
his recovering his speech, that he fully intended now keeping to the
promise he had given when the venture was first undertaken, and would
divide half the proceeds of the mine, share and share alike, among the
men, in addition to paying them the wages he had engaged to do.

The ringing hurrahs with which the jubilant miners gave vent to their
gladness on the reiteration of Mr Rawlings' promise, were so loud that
they reached the ears of Seth, who was watching by the sleeping boy, and
the latter woke up immediately with a frightened air, as if suffering
from the keenest terror.

"It's all right, my b'y, all right," said Seth soothingly; and at the
same time Wolf, who had entered the house and crept up by the side of
the bed, leapt up on the boy and licked his face.

"Where am I, Sam?" he said to Seth, the dog's greeting having apparently
calmed him down as well as the ex-mate's kindly manner; "are they after
me still, Sam?"

"You are here with us," saith Seth, puzzled at the boy's addressing him
so familiarly; "but my name arn't Sam, leastways, not as I knows on."

The boy looked in his face, and seemed disappointed.

"No, you are not Sam, though you are like him. Oh, now I recollect
all?" and he hid his face in his hands and burst into a passionate fit
of crying, as if his heart would break.

"There, there," said Seth, patting him on the back, "it's all right, I
tell you, my b'y; an' when Set