"God cares," said Job. "Listen: 'For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.'" "Oh, Job, does that mean me?--poor old Yankee Sam!" said the dying man. Again Job read the words, and once again told as best he could the story of the Father's love and of Jesus, who came to save from sin; came to save poor lost sinners. The old man hung on every word. "Say it again, Job, say it again! God loves poor Yankee Sam! Say it again!" Over and over Job said the words, then he sang soft and low: "Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly," while the tempest raged without. "Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee." Just then Yankee Sam stopped him. "Job, that's me, that's me! Pray, Job! I am going fast!" Oh, how Job prayed! Prayed till he felt God close by that dying bed. "'As scarlet'--yet--'white--as snow.' Is that it, Job?" whispered Sam. "Oh, yes, that's it! They're gone. Job--the devil's lost his mortgage. Let me pray, Job. It's the prayer mother said for me when I was a little boy; it's the prayer Andy Malden said at his lad's grave; it's my prayer now: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, And if--if--" The low, quavering voice ceased, a smile came over the white face, the wind was hushed without, the stars struggled through the clouds. Yankee Sam was dead, and peace had come back into Job Malden's soul. CHAPTER XV. THE YELLOW JACKET MINE. The next fall Mr. Malden got Job the place of assistant cashier at the Yellow Jacket Mine. His staunch character, his local fame as a student at the Frost Creek school, and his general manly bearing, added to Mr. Malden's influence in the county, won him the place when the former assistant left for the East. Andrew Malden thought it would be a good experience for a young man like Job, and perhaps would open the way to something better than a lumber mill and a timber and stock ranch. The Yellow Jacket Mine was one of the oldest and most famous in the whole country. It was the very day they sighted the ship off Telegraph Hill that brought the news into 'Frisco Bay that California was admitted as a State, that gold was discovered in Yellow Jacket Creek, where, when the rush came some days later, the men said they didn't know which was most plenty--yellow jackets in the air, or yellow jackets in the gravel bed of the creek as it lay dry and bare in the summer sun.