In Search of Treasure. Alger Horatio Jr.
about a week the sick clerk, whose place Guy had taken, returned, and a few days later Guy embarked on an English steamer, bound for Liverpool.
On the departure of the Osprey he had taken up his residence at the house of Mr. Saunders, who was a widower. A maiden sister kept house for him.
“I want you with me,” said the merchant, “partly because it will be more homelike for you than a hotel, and partly because I shall have a better chance to instruct you in the business which you are to transact for me in London.”
Guy learned that Mr. Saunders was special partner in the London firm of Russell & Co., and had constant transactions with them.
A part of Guy’s instructions related to business to be done with them. He had thought that this would be all, but he was mistaken.
One evening, after supper, Mr. Saunders said: “I have given you directions as to business matters, but I have another affair, requiring discretion and good judgment on your part, in which I shall require your help.”
“I shall do my best, sir.”
“I am sure of that. You must know that three years since I was informed of the death of an old schoolmate, Herbert Bell. We had been very intimate in school, and retained an interest in each other, though our paths in life differed materially.
“He became a clergyman, while I entered upon a business career. His wife died before him. At his own death he left a son, about your age, I should judge, and he left him to me, beseeching me, in remembrance of our old intimacy, to look after him. This I willingly agreed to do.
“Poor Herbert left only a few hundred pounds, the income of which was quite insufficient to support and educate his son Vivian. On the whole, I was not sorry for this, as it enabled me to be of even more service to my friend’s boy.
“I would have been glad to send for him and bring him up under my own eye, but I didn’t dare to expose his health to this dangerous climate. I therefore placed him at school about fifty miles from London.
“I had been so long absent from England that I knew nothing of the schools there, but trusted to my business correspondent to find one that was satisfactory.
“He was placed at an academy kept by Dr. Peter Musgrave, whom I supposed a fitting guardian for the orphan boy.
“You see, I trusted to the judgment of my business associate. I have had little or no direct communication with or about Vivian, but, immersed in business, took it for granted that all things were going on as they should.
“My first doubt came when, about a month since, I received a letter from the boy, which I will show you.”
He took from his desk a letter, written in a schoolboy hand, which he gave to Guy to read. It ran as follows:
My dear Guardian:
I have been wanting for a good while to write to you about the way I am treated by Dr. Musgrave. He seems to have taken a great dislike to me, and uses me cruelly. I am sure it is not because of my conduct, because I try to obey the rules of the school. But I once complained of his son, Simon, who was in the habit of ordering me about, and who regularly made me give him half of my pocket money. Simon denied that this was so, and his father chose to believe him. The result was that I was flogged, and from that time I have been ill treated. Scarcely a day passes without my receiving punishment. I can never be happy here, and I do hope, my dear guardian, that you will remove me to another school.
If Dr. Musgrave knew that I was writing to you he would not permit me to send the letter. I do not dare to post it myself, but have got a schoolmate to drop it in the post office for me.
This was the material portion of the letter.
As Guy read it, he felt a strong sympathy for the writer, and his indignation was excited against the tyrannical schoolmaster.
His lips closed firmly, and there was an angry light in his eyes.
“Dr. Musgrave wouldn’t have treated me in that way,” he said.
“No, I think not. You have evidently plenty of pluck. But Vivian probably takes after his father, who was of a gentle and retiring disposition. He never asserted himself, and always seemed to me to be lacking in proper spirit.
“Since I received this letter I have felt uneasy, and wished that I were in England to investigate Vivian’s complaints, and, if necessary, remove him from the school.”
“I wish you had done so at once, Mr. Saunders.”
“I had no one whom I could call upon to act for me. This letter came since I made your acquaintance, and it was this partly that led me to think of sending you to England. You will go as my representative, with full power to act in my place, as your judgment may dictate.
“I have an idea that the boy is delicate, and wish you to consult a physician. If the doctor recommends a few months spent in travel, I may allow you to take him with you to America.”
“I should be a young guardian, Mr. Saunders. I think you said he was about my age.”
“Probably he is a year younger. At any rate, in all essential points you are several years older. I have not known you long, but I have confidence in your judgment. As to the expenses, I shall authorize you to draw upon my London correspondent for whatever money you may need.”
“I will gladly undertake the commission, Mr. Saunders. I think I can promise that your ward will have no complaints to make of me. Shall you have any business for me to attend to in New York?”
“In all probability I shall have. My New York correspondent is Gilbert Frazer, whose office is opposite Bowling Green. Have you ever been in New York?”
“No, sir; but I have no doubt I shall be able to attend to whatever business there you may place in my hands.”
“I have no doubt of it. Where is your home?”
“In Bayport. That is a village in Massachusetts, not far from New Bedford.”
Mr. Saunders made a note of this.
“I will give you further instructions, should any occur to me,” he said. “Now we had best retire.”
CHAPTER VIII
FROM BOMBAY TO LIVERPOOL
On the steamer which left Bombay with Guy as a passenger he occupied one of the best staterooms, which had been selected by Mr. Saunders himself.
The voyage was a long one, and Guy had abundant opportunity to become acquainted with his fellow passengers.
Among them was a young Englishman, perhaps twenty-five years of age, named August Locke. The rest were old or middle-aged men, and it was natural that Locke and Guy should become more closely acquainted than the others.
On the first day, August Locke made overtures to Guy.
“I am glad,” he said, “that there is one young person on board besides myself. Suppose we become friends?”
“I shall be glad to know you better,” replied Guy. “I was beginning to feel lonesome.”
“You are English, like myself?”
“No; I am an American.”
“And traveling alone? Why, you can’t be much over sixteen!”
“That is my age.”
“It seems strange to me that a boy of your age should be traveling alone so far from home.”
“I sometimes wonder at it myself.”
“It can’t be for health, for you are fresh and blooming.”
“No. Suppose I say that it is on business?”
“Then all I can say is that you Americans begin life much earlier than we English. Why, at your age I was attending school in England.”
“What school did you attend?”
“The school of Dr. Peter Musgrave, not far from London.”
“I am very glad to