“Of course there may be other boys besides William Perry with red scars on their right cheeks,” he added, “but I’m sure this is the son of the widow, in the cabin in the woods. We can find out in the morning.”
“Why not now?” asked Fenn.
“Doctor said he mustn’t be disturbed,” Frank replied. “We’ll have to wait.”
In the morning the boy was much better. The doctor paid an early visit and pronounced him out of danger, but advised that he be kept in bed a day or so.
“Now you chaps who rescued him had better go in and tell him all about it,” the physician said as he came from the room. “He’s all excited with curiosity as to how he got here.”
The boys paid the doctor, who said he would not have to call again unless the patient had a relapse, and then they went into the room where the lad was. He was sitting up in bed alone, for the chambermaid had gone.
“Are you the boys who saved me?” was the first question he asked.
“We pulled you out of the snow, but I guess the doctor did the real work of saving you, William Perry!” exclaimed Frank.
“What’s that?” almost shouted the boy in bed.
“Aren’t you William Perry? Doesn’t your mother live near Kirkville, and haven’t you two sisters, Mary and Jane?” Frank went on earnestly, for he had determined on a bold plan. “Your mother wants you to come home,” he added. “Your room is all ready for you. She told us to tell you to come back, no matter what had happened.”