CHAPTER XXXI.
ASSISTANT MANAGER OF THE MAN-WOLF MINE.
As the deeply laden sealer drew near to land, Cabot had impatiently scanned the coast of the great island that he had once thought so remote, but which, after his long sojourn in the Labrador wilderness, now seemed almost the same as New York itself.

When the "Labrador" entered Conception Bay, at the head of which lies Harbour Grace, her home port, and was forced by ice to anchor, he inquired concerning a small island that lay close at hand.
"Bell Island," he repeated meditatively, on being told its name.

"Isn't there an iron mine on it ?" "Sartain," replied David Gidge.

"The whole island is mostly made of iron." "Then it is a place that I particularly want to visit, and I know what we will do.

Of course, White, we can't let you go to prison, but at the same time you haven't, immediately available, the money with which to pay that fine.