Probably with the exception of
Miss Sinclair, all had gone out to make or increase their fortunes.
Her fortune was already made. She had gone to enjoy personal
liberty, and to find her plighted husband.
"Well, Ben, we have nearly reached our destination," said Miss
Sinclair, as she looked earnestly in the direction of the embryo
city. "You are glad, are you not?"
"Yes, Cousin Ida," said Ben slowly.
"But you look thoughtful. Is there anything on your mind?"
"I feel sorry that I am to part from you, Cousin Ida."
"Thank you, Ben, but we are not to part permanently. You don't mean
to forsake me utterly?"
"Not if you need me," said our hero.
"I shall still require your services. You remember that I came out
here in search of a--friend?" said Miss Sinclair, hesitating.
"Yes, I know, Cousin Ida."
"I am desirous that he should know that I am in San Francisco, but,
unfortunately, though I know he is in California, I have no idea
where, or in what part of it he is to be found. Once in
communication with him, I need have no further apprehension of
interference or persecution on the part of my guardian."
"To be sure," said Ben straightforwardly.
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