Take it out and bring it to me."
Luke obeyed directions.
The sick man opened the wallet and began to examine the contents.
Finally he drew out a paper, which he unfolded.
"Here is the list. I was sure I had them."
Luke's eyes lighted up with exultation.
It was clear that he had succeeded in his mission. He felt that
he had justified the confidence which Mr. Armstrong had reposed
in him, and that the outlay would prove not to have been wasted.
"May I copy them?" he asked.
"Certainly, since you are the agent of Mr. Armstrong--or
you may have the original paper."
"I will copy them, so that if that paper is lost, I may still
have the numbers. And now, what can I do for you?"
The resources of Fenton's Gulch were limited, but Luke succeeded
in getting together materials for a breakfast for the sick man.
The latter brightened up when he had eaten a sparing meal.
It cheered him, also, to find that there was someone to whom
he could look for friendly services.
To make my story short, on the second day he felt able to
start with Luke for Deadwood, which he reached without any
serious effect, except a considerable degree of fatigue.
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