The young gymnast looked at the card. It bore the address of a boarding-house on a side avenue half a dozen blocks from the grounds.
He at once departed for the place.
CHAPTER XXX.—MART KEENE’S STORY.
It did not take Leo long to reach the boarding-house advertised on the card.
“I wish to see Mart Keene,” he said to the lady who answered his summons.
“Oh, yes; please walk into the parlor.”
In a few minutes the lad came in.
He wore an old suit, one he had caught up when escaping from Porler. He blushed as he took Leo’s hand.
“You will have to excuse my appearance,” he said. “But you are aware it cannot be helped.”
“Yes, Mart, I understand it all. I am glad you escaped from Porler.”