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I am not yet forty. I will turn over a new leaf. I will, truly." "It's high time you did. It is a long time since you earned an honest living." "I know it, Mr. Robbins. I have been a bad man, but it is not too late to reform. If you'll let me go I will leave Oreville to-night, and I will never trouble you again." "It isn't me you have troubled. It is the boy.
I will write to him by this mail. Should you change your address, please notify me. Yours truly, BENJAMIN BOLTON, 182 Nassau Street, New York. The letter written to Ernest ran thus: ERNEST RAY, OREVILLE, CALIFORNIA: I have for some time been seeking to find you. Finally, in response to an advertisement inserted in a St.
He was trusted, as he appears to be here. One night the store was robbed, that is some money disappeared, and the boy claimed it was broken into by thieves, who took the money, whereas he took it himself." "That seems bad. Was it proved that he took the money?" "Yes. That's why he was compelled to leave the place. That is why he is now in Oreville." "Did you come here to expose him?"
There is no chance now of his interfering with me, so I am glad he is going to leave the city." The scene changes. Three weeks later among the miners who were sitting on the narrow veranda of the "Miners' Rest" in Oreville in Montana we recognize two familiar faces and figures those of Jefferson Pettigrew and Rodney Ropes.
"Caesar," said Roderick, "did you ever see those men before?" "No, massa." "They must have followed you from Oreville. Hello, you two!" he added striding towards the miners. "What do you want here?" Fred and Otto had accomplished their object in ascertaining the place where Rodney was confined, and no longer cared for concealment. "None of your business!" retorted Fred independently.
"Yes; but that isn't what I offer him. I have a plan in which he can help me." "What is it?" "All our supplies come from Sacramento. What we need is a retail store in Oreville a general store for the sale of almost everything that miners need." "It would be a good plan to open one," said Luke, approvingly. "Now, you must know that I am an old storekeeper.
"That I can't tell." "Suppose we go out to meet him. I begin to feel anxious lest we have trusted him too far." "I am with you!" The two outlaws took the path which led to Oreville, and walked two miles before they discovered Caesar coming towards them at a slow and melancholy gait. "There he is, and on foot! What does it mean?" "He will tell us."
"You both put up there about two weeks since," said Rodney, examining closely the faces of the two men. "Right you are, kid!" "What can you possibly want of me?" "Don't be too curious. You will know in good time." Rodney remembered that the two men had remained at the hotel for a day and night. They spent the day in wandering around Oreville.
He realized, at all events, that he was a stranger in Oreville, for he knew every one in the mining settlement. "Who are you, stranger? Have I seen you before?" asked Luke, hailing him. Tom Burns did not dare to reply, for he feared that Luke might prove to have a better memory than Ernest.
What it is is what I want to find out." There was another way in which Louis Wheeler made himself popular among the miners of Oreville. He had a violin with him, and in the evening he seated himself on the veranda and played popular tunes. He had only a smattering in the way of musical training, but the airs he played took better than classical music would have done.
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