After all, it was something of a shock to find himself dismissed, but in a few minutes he gathered confidence.

Stormont had given him fifty dollars and promised him a share in the silver mine, and although he had soon spent the money, he would go to Winnipeg, ask for another payment, and see what progress the fellow was making.

If the vein had not yet been located, Stormont would, no doubt, find him a job.
In fact, the only trouble was that when he had bought his ticket he would not have enough money left to pay his bill at the boarding-house.
Four days later, he left the town, and reaching Winnipeg one afternoon, began to inquire about Stormont in the great, domed, marble-paved waiting-room.

To his surprise, the officials he questioned knew nothing about the man, and when one sent him to the inquiry office, the fashionably dressed lady clerk was ignorant.

She, however, threw a directory on the counter and told him haughtily that he could look for the address.
Drummond found it, and walking along Main Street, turned up Portage Avenue.