“He’s very well again.”
“You must tell us your whole story,” went on Harry. “I am dying to hear it.”
“I will—but I must get home first,” answered the young oarsman.
He was soon on his way to the farm, where his parents received him with open arms. A splendid dinner was awaiting him—such a repast as he had not had since leaving—but none of the food was touched until his tale was told from end to end, with all of its details as they have been presented to my readers.
“You did well, son,” was Mr. Upton’s comment. “I don’t believe anybody could have done better.”
Mrs. Upton smiled fondly and put her arms about the boy.
“He’s our Jerry, father,” was all she said, but the simple words meant a good deal.
His own story told, and the dinner finished, Jerry wanted to know the news around Lakeview, but his parents had little to tell.
“I have not been out since your father was taken down,” said Mrs. Upton. “You’ll have to asked Harry Parker and your other friends.”
“Have Si Peters and Wash Crosby been caught yet?”