“And what became of the little girl? Tell me, quickly!” And Colonel Dartwell’s voice was husky as he spoke.
“I met her afterward and took her to where I was boarding, and she is still stopping there.”
“Describe her to me.”
Seeing there was something behind the inquiry, Jerry gave him the best description he could. The colonel listened with fixed attention.
“It must be her!” he murmured. “My poor, lost Dottie.”
“Dottie! That’s her name!” cried our hero. “And she is—”
“She is my daughter,” was his answer.
“Your daughter!” ejaculated Jerry, in amazement.
“Yes, my daughter. Take me to her at once.”
“I will, sir; but this is the strangest thing I ever heard.”