“And then you came on?”
“Yes, after writing you a letter”—
“I never received it,” I put in quickly.
“So I heard at the Bend this morning. Oh, my son, I cannot tell you how glad I am to be back with you once more!”
“And I am glad, too, father,” I replied. “I trust we may never be separated again.”
We shook hands warmly, and a moment later my uncle appeared.
He was greatly astonished, but glad indeed to know that my father had had such a marvelous escape. Then Mr. Markham and Judge Green arrived, and all the stories were told over again.
Later on my father went down to see Norton Bixby. I do not know what took place at the interview, but I think it must have done Bixby much good, for ever after that he seemed a better man.
When court was called, Norton Bixby and Yates were bound over to await the action of the grand jury. As soon as this was done my uncle invited us all to dine at the hotel at his expense, and among the party were Mr. Markham and Ford. The latter nearly wrung my father’s hand off when they met.