from a friend who has come by a slight injury to his right hand, and wants a smart amanuensis and general assistant. Now I think of sending you to him, if you have no objection."
As the Head again paused while glancing over the letter, Robin ventured timidly to state that he had very strong objections; that he was very much satisfied with his situation and work, and had no desire to change.
Mr. Lowstoft did not appear to listen to his remarks, but said suddenly—
"You've studied the science of electricity, I believe?"
"Yes, sir—to some extent," answered the lad, with a look of surprise.
"I know you have. Your father has told me about your tastes and studies. You've heard of Mr. Cyrus Field, I presume?"
"Indeed I have," said Robin, brightening up, "it was through his efforts that the Atlantic Cable was laid in 1858—which unfortunately went wrong."
"Well, my boy, it is through his efforts that another cable is to be laid in this year 1865, which we all hope sincerely won't go wrong, and my friend, who wants an assistant, is one of the electricians connected with the new expedition. Would you like to go?"
Robin's eyes blazed, and he could scarcely find
