ould rather lose any two of his companions."

"You see, Fletcher, how much we value your society," said Obed. "It was
cruel in you to leave us."

"You're a fool!" exclaimed Fletcher, darting a look of hate at Obed.

"You never did appreciate me, Fletcher. All I want is your good."

Fletcher was secured in such a way that escape was no longer possible.
In due time he and his comrades reached Melbourne as captives, and were
transferred to the civil authorities. It may be well to add here that
they were tried, and sentenced to a prolonged term of imprisonment.
Colson and Ropes fared a little better, their term being only half as
long. They submitted sullenly to their fate, but singularly seemed more
embittered against Obed Stackpole than against any of the officers
through whose hands they passed. Obed would have fared badly had he
fallen unprotected into their hands.

It was a joyful day for our young hero, as well as his three companions,
when they saw rising before them the roofs and spires of Melbourne.
During the weeks that had elapsed since their departure, they had not
only "roughed it," but they had met with a series of adventures which
were pleasanter to remember than to pass through. Twice they had been
captives, but each time they had been providentially rescued. Harry felt
that God had watched over him, and delivered him from danger and the
schemes of wicked men, and his confidence and trust in an Overruling
Power were stronger than ever.

It was some days before they secured the money resulting from the
disposal of the nugget. When the matter was finally arranged, they found
themselves in possession of about sixteen thousand dollars. This
included the sum realized from the sale of the mining claim.

"That gives us about five thousand three hundred dollars apiece," said
Harry, after a brief calculation.

"I can't believe it," said Jack, who really seemed bewildered by his
good fortune. "Why, it's wonderful!"

"So it is, Jack. I dare say you are the richest young sailor of your age
in the world."

"I don't know about that, but I feel as rich as a Vanderbilt."

"When does the next steamer start, Obed?"

"In four days. Can you be ready in that time?"

"I would get ready to start to-morrow if necessary."

"So would I. Melbourne is a nice city, but I'd rather be on dad's farm,
eatin' supper in the old kitchen, than in the best hotel here."

"After all, there's no place like home, Obed."

"That's a