"He's all
tired out with his long journey!"
"This is the man that brung the boy in," Buck said, pointing to the
figure by the fire. "A mess of a time he must have had of it, too."
"You are the grandmother?" asked the stranger. "Yes, I understand.
And are these boys your sons, too?" he added, nodding at Ned and
Frank, suspiciously.
"Only New York boys spending a vacation in the mountains," Ned said,
answering the question. "Mrs. Brady came to our camp tonight looking
for her son and we came home with her. We are looking for good
pictures," he added.
The stranger pointed to the old lady, sitting with the sleeping child
on her breast.
"There is one," he said.
"Yes, and I'm sorry I haven't my camera with me."
"Are you thinking of remaining in this section long?" the visitor
asked.
"We can't say," laughed Ned. "We may move on to-morrow, and may stay
here a week."
The man's suspicions seemed to have vanished. He talked frankly with
the boys, and occasionally addressed a word to the old lady. He gave
her, briefly, a good report of her son's progress in Washington, and
handed her a roll of bank-notes.
"He is coming here himself soon," he said, "and he will bring more.
He is doing very nicely there.
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