Dick puzzled his brain. Strange shadows seemed to flit past him, yet they meant nothing.
"Can you recall a little brook that used to run in front of the house, across the road, and a little rustic bridge that spanned it?" asked Mr. Crosscrab.
"Yes! Yes!" cried Dick eagerly. "I begin to remember now. Help me, please do!"
At that instant the door opened and Jimmy entered. He looked in surprise at Mr. Crosscrab, and then Dick's manner showed him something unusual was taking place.
"What is the matter, Dick?" he asked. "Are you sick again?"
"No, but Mr. Crosscrab thinks he knows who I am. He is trying to help me remember."
"I am not sure," replied the visitor in answer to Jimmy's look. "This is the first time I have seen your partner, and I do not want to raise false hopes. Yet he may be a certain boy of whom I heard on my recent visit to my home in Vermont."
"Who is he?" asked Jimmy.
"Perhaps I had better tell you the story," suggested Mr. Crosscrab. "Then we can decide what to do. But don't be disappointed if, after all, the secret of Dick Box is still unsolved."
"Oh, I hope I can find out who I am," murmured the boy who had forgotten the past.