"Mickey have you got money——"
"All we need, just you get here with the car, and put in a comfort and pillow. All my stuff is gone!"
Peter Senior arrived in a surprisingly short time, knelt on the floor and looked closely at his sleeping boy.
"Naked and beaten to insensibility, you say?"
Mickey nodded.
"Nothing to eat for nearly two days?"
Another affirmation. Peter arose, pushed back his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow.
"I haven't been thinking about anything but him ever since he left," he said, "and what makes me the sorest is that the longer I think of it, the surer I get that this is my fault. I didn't raise him right!"
"Aw-w-ah Peter!" protested Mickey.
"I've got it all studied out," said Peter, "and I didn't! There have been two mistakes, Junior's and mine, and of the two, mine is twice as big as the boy's."