"Pacheco seems to be a man of great determination."
Professor Scotch gazed at Frank in astonishment, for the boy was of a very sympathetic and kindly nature, and he now seemed quite unlike his usual self.
"Frank, Frank, think of the suffering of this poor father!"
"Yah," murmured Hans; "shust dink how pad you vould felt uf you efer peen py his blace," put in Hans, sobbing, chokingly.
"It is very, very sad," said Frank; but there seemed to be a singularly sarcastic ring to the words which fell from his lips.
"Have you seen your son since he fell into the hands of Pacheco, sir?" asked the professor.
"Yes, I saw him; but I could scarcely recognize him, he was so changed—so wan and ghastly. The skin is drawn tightly over his bones, and he looks as if he were nearly starved to death."
"Did he recognize you?"
"Yes."
"What did he do?"