"I'm afraid not, sir," said Will respectfully; but he was longing for
the interview to come to an end. "The place has been too well searched
over, sir."
"Try tin, then," said Mr Temple.
"The tin has been all well searched for, sir, I'm afraid," said Will
quietly, though he felt that he was being bantered, and that there was a
sneer in the voice that galled him almost more than he could bear.
"Why not look then for something else?" continued Mr Temple. "That is
what I'd do."
"Because," said Will, "I am not learned enough, sir, to understand such
things properly. If I had books I should read and try to learn; but I
have very little time, and no learning."
"And yet," said Mr Temple, speaking warmly now and quite changing his
tone, "you without your learning have done more than I have with all my
years of study and experience."
"I don't understand you, sir."
"I'll tell you then. I have been far and wide about Cornwall for these
last three years and done no good this year I thought I would have
another search for something fresh, and give my boys a change. I am
glad I have come."
Will did not reply, but looked at him more wonderingly than ever.
"Suppose, my lad," said Mr Temple, speaking now kindly, "I were to tell
you that I have watched you very narrowly for some time past."
"I hope I have done nothing wrong, sir?" said Will.
"Nothing, my lad. I was beginning to form a very pleasant impression of
you, and then came the day of the storm."
"If--if you would not mind, sir," said Will uneasily, "I would rather
you did not talk about that."
"I will only say, my lad, that it confirmed my agreeable impressions
about you. And now, look here, I have paid at least a hundred visits to
the vein you showed me--the decomposing felspar vein."
"The vein of white spar, sir?" cried Will.
"Yes, my lad; and I have concluded that it is very valuable."
"Valuable, sir?"
"Yes, far more so than many of the best of the copper and tin mines
here."
"I am glad," cried Will.
"Why?" said Mr Temple sharply. "Can you buy the land that contains
it?"
Will shook his head.
"Can you get up a company to buy and work it?"
"No, sir," said Will sadly. "I should not understand how to do that,
and--"
"Some one else would get hold of it, and you would not benefit in the
least."
"No, sir, not in the least," said Will sadly. "I am a fisher lad. That
is my business."
"But you discovered the vein," said Mr Temple.
"Yes, sir, I found it when I was hunting about as I have done these two
years."
"Then don't you think you have a right to some of the profit from such a
vein?"
"I don't know, sir. Of course I should like to have some of it, sir,
but I don't see how I could expect it."
"Then I do," said Mr Temple. "Look here, my lad, I will tell you
something. I have purchased the whole of the land that contains that
vein."
"You've bought it, father?" cried Dick. "Oh, I am glad!"
"Why?" said his father sharply.
"Because we shall come here to live."
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