“Good fellow, I guess,” he whispered to me. “Beats the bogus Norton all to bits!”
“You are right, Dan,” I returned.
It did not take my real uncle long to pick up some old acquaintances, who soon recognized him. All wondered that they had been deceived, and they attributed it to the similar family appearance that was common to both men.
Then we sailed over to Bayport, and made our way to the court-house. Judge Green was not yet present; but when the matter was explained, the jailer readily consented to allow Mr. Norton to interview the prisoner who had so misrepresented himself.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
A HAPPY ENDING.
It will be needless to dwell upon Bixby’s astonishment when confronted by my uncle. He turned all sorts of colors.
“I—I thought you were in New Mexico!” he gasped.
“I am glad I am not,” was my uncle’s reply. “Now, Nort, I want you to make a clean breast of this whole matter.”