One of the very first persons who spoke to him proved to be the young superintendent of the mine he wished to visit, and, when this gentleman learned that Cabot had just returned from Labrador, he offered him every hospitality.

Not only did he show him over the mine and give him all possible information concerning it, but he kept him over night in his own bachelor quarters, and provided a boat to take him across to Portugal Cove on the mainland in the morning.
From that point, there being no conveyance, Cabot was forced to walk the nine miles into St.Johns, which city he did not reach until nearly noon.
Even there, where fur-clad Arctic explorers are not uncommon, Cabot's costume attracted much attention.

Disregarding this, he inquired his way to the Bank of Nova Scotia, where he presented the letter of credit that he had carefully treasured amid all the vicissitudes of the past ten months.

The paying teller of the bank examined it closely, and then took a long look at the remarkable-appearing young man who had presented it.
Finally he said curtly: "Sign your name." Cabot did so, and the other, after comparing the two signatures, retired to an inner room.

From it he reappeared a few moments later and requested Cabot to follow him inside, where the manager wished to see him.
The manager also regarded our lad with great curiosity as he said: "You have retained this letter a long time without presenting it." "And I might have retained it longer if I had not been in need of money," rejoined Cabot, somewhat nettled by the man's manner.
"You are Cabot Grant of New York ?" "I am." "Not yet of age ?" "Not quite." "And you have a guardian ?" "I have." "Do you mind telling his name and address ?" "Is that a necessary preliminary to drawing money on a letter of credit ?" "In this case it is." "Well, then, he is James Hepburn, President of the Gotham Trust and Investment Company." "Just so, and you will doubtless be interested in this communication from him." So saying, the manager handed over the telegram in which Mr.Hepburn instructed the St.Johns branch of the Bank of Nova Scotia to advance only the price of a ticket to New York on a letter of credit that would be presented by his ward, Cabot Grant.
"What does it mean ?" asked Cabot in bewilderment, as he finished reading this surprising order.
"I've no idea," replied the manager dryly.