“I am,” confessed Ted.
“Oh, you poor boy!” murmured the woman. “We’ve had supper, but I can get you something. Why, your folks must be worried to death about you.”
“I guess they are,” admitted Ted. “’Course, I’ve been lost before. But not like this. If I could send word to the bungalow they’d know I am all right now. But you can’t send word over your wireless,” he added to the boy. “You only have a receiving set, haven’t you?”
“That’s all. I’m not allowed to send.”
“But we can telephone in the regular way,” said the man. “Is there a telephone in your place?” he asked.
“There is in the store,” Ted answered.
“I’ll call up your family and let ’em know you’re all right,” the man offered. “Now if you go with my wife she’ll get you something to eat,” he said.
You may be sure Ted was only too glad to go. Into the kitchen, while food was being set out, the boy came from the sitting room to help his mother. Ted learned that the family was named Brixton, and that the boy was called Harry.
Now that he was taken in and cared for, Ted began to know just how hungry he was, and he was so busy putting the food in the place where it ought to go—in his mouth and stomach—that he hardly heard Mr. Brixton telephoning to the store.
It did not take long to be connected with Mount Major, and Mrs. Martin answered the telephone, for her husband and the men had not yet gotten back.