CHAPTER VI.

HERBERT'S GOOD LUCK.





"Good-morning," said the young man, pleasantly.

"Good-morning," answered Herbert, politely.

He recognized the young man, though he had never seen him before, as
a visitor from the city, who was boarding at the hotel, if the
village tavern could be so designated. He seemed to be a studious
young man, for he always had a book in his hand. He had a pleasant
face, but was pale and slender, and was evidently in poor health.

"I see you are going to try your luck at fishing," said the young
man."

"Yes, sir; I have nothing else to do, and that brings me here."

"I, too, have nothing else to do; but I judge from your appearance
that you have not the same reason for being idle."

"What is that, sir?"

"Poor health."