“Where is my father?”

“He is coming.  There he is!  He will be here in a few moments."’

“You did a terrible thing,” she said, as she thought shudderingly of the gully.

“Did you see me?”

“It was an awful thing to see.  I shuddered.”

“O then, happy am I if I can gain the smallest share of sympathy-the smallest thought from you.”

“You risked your life, too,”—­she did not finish, but looked at him, and their eyes met.  Hers fell down.

“Emily!”

She did not reply, but lowered her head.  Through the thick ringlets of hair which clustered around her head, Melville could see a gentle blush which overspread her lovely features.

“Emily-speak, Emily-can you think well of me.”

She raised her eyes and again they met his.

What the impassioned youth might have said, we cannot tell, but he was prevented from speaking by Mr. Inglis, who at this moment came up.  He leaped from his horse.

“Emily, my child, are you saved!” he cried, rushing towards her, and folding her in his arms.

“Yes, I am alive, dear father, and there is my preserver.”

“Noble, brave youth.  May the richest blessings of Heaven descend on you.  You have saved my child from death.  I saw you risk your own at that terrible chasm.  O that I could fittingly reward you!”

There was one reward which he could give.

CHAPTER III.

Fortune Favors the brave!

Mr. Inglis again sat in his parlor, and Emily was near.  There was a thoughtful expression upon his face.  Occasionally she glanced at her father, to see what he was doing, or perchance to endeavor to discover what thoughts were in his mind.

“Emily,” said he, at length.

“Father.”

“I know not how to reward Henry.  What can I do?  I am in want of a head clerk.  I wonder if he understands business.  I will ask him.”  And he rang the bell.

Melville appeared.

“Good morning,” said Mr. Inglis, grasping his hand.  “I can have you as a servant no longer.  Permit me to esteem you as a friend, for surely you are my equal, and you have laid me under unspeakable obligations to you.  Do you know anything of business?”

“What kind, sir?”

“Any kind-shipping business.”

“Yes sir, thoroughly.  I have been in situations where I learned it.”

“Take off this servile dress.  Live in my house as my friend, and if you wish, I will take you as my head clerk.”

“Your clerk, Mr. Inglis!  How-how can I thank you?”

“Think not of thanks.  That is my business.  Come with me and I will show you what is to be done.”

And the two departed.  Melville first went to purchase more appropriate clothing, and then went to Mr. Inglis’s office.

A year passed away.  Melville had been prosperous beyond all his hopes.  Immense profits could then be obtained from chartering ships and from exporting wool.  Materials of food and clothing for the gold regions at Melbourne, could also be sold at enormous profits.  Mr. Inglis had kindly advanced him money to commence independent speculations.  This he had so well used, that at the end of the year the original amount had increased ten-fold.