The Young Treasure Hunter | Page 2

been used up. As he could not
earn any more, the family was in needy circumstances, though,

occasionally, Fred was able to make small sums by doing odd jobs here
and there. Mrs. Stanley took in sewing, and they just managed to get
along, paying a small rent, and eating only the most common food,
though the doctor had said Mr. Stanley would recover more quickly if
he could have a special diet.
"Well, Fred," went on Mr. Stanley, "I hope some day I can send you
back to school, and perhaps to college. If only my leg would get
better," and he uttered a sigh.
"Don't worry, father. We'll get along somehow. But where is mother? I
would like to get my breakfast and hurry over to New Strike. All the
best jobs may be taken, and I'll only get a chance to be superintendent,
or something like that," and he laughed at his joke, for Fred was not a
gloomy-spirited boy.
"Your mother is not up yet, Fred," said Mr. Stanley. "She was sewing
quite late last night, and I told her to take a rest this morning. She
needed it. I thought maybe you and I could get our own breakfast."
"Of course we can, dad. It won't be the first time I have done it, for
when I went camping with the fellows I used to be cook part of the
time."
"And I haven't forgotten the time when I was prospecting in the
mountains and used to have to get my own flapjacks and coffee," added
the former miner. "I guess we can make out all right, and then you can
go see if you can strike a job. If they insist on making you part owner,
or manager of a good mine, I suppose you will have to take it."
He smiled at his son in spite of his rather gloomy feelings. But he was
sad at the thought of how hard his wife had to work to earn a little
money, while he, a strong man, save for his injured leg, could do next
to nothing.
"Oh, I guess I can stand it to take half shares in a new lead," replied
Fred. "Now if you'll set the table, dad, I'll put the kettle on, make coffee
and fry some eggs."

Mr. Stanley could manage to move slowly about the room with the aid
of his crutch, and by degrees he had the table set. Meanwhile Fred had
made a fire in the kitchen stove, and the kettle was soon humming,
while he ground the coffee, cut some slices of bacon, and got the fresh
eggs from the cupboard.
In the midst of these operations Mrs. Stanley, a little woman with
slightly gray hair, but a sweet face and kindly, laughing blue eyes,
came downstairs.
"Well!" she exclaimed. "You're ahead of me this morning, aren't you?"
"I thought you would like to rest a bit," said her husband. "That is why
I did not call you."
"Oh, I'm not so tired. I slept well, and I wanted to be up early and get
Fred's breakfast, for he has quite a journey ahead of him."
"I wish he didn't have to take it," murmured Mr. Stanley to his wife
when Fred was out of the room. "If I only could get back to work
myself."
"Now, Norman, I thought you promised me you wouldn't worry."
"I'm not, but----"
"Yes, you are. Now please don't do it any more. We are getting on very
nicely, and I think Mrs. Robinson will pay me well for the sewing I did
for her last night. She is very much pleased with my work."
"I wish you didn't have to work."
"Oh, my! I don't! What a queer world it would be if no one had to work.
I just love to be busy," and she laughed joyously, though, to tell the
truth, she was still weary from her toil of the night before. Fred heard
his mother's voice and looked in from the kitchen.
"Breakfast will soon be ready, Mrs. Stanley," he said in imitation of a
servant girl they had had when they were in better circumstances. "The

water is jest comin' on to a bile, ma'am, an' the eggs am almost done,
ma'am."
"That's just what Sarah used to say," remarked Mrs. Stanley. "It sounds
quite natural. Now, Fred, you come in and sit down and I'll finish
getting the meal."
"No, indeed, mother, let me do it. Pretend you are a visitor, and I'll
bring the eggs and toast in, piping hot for you."
"No, Fred. I'll do it."
The boy was so much in earnest that his mother gave in, and with a
laugh seated herself by her husband's side, while Fred rattled away
among the