“That is your son?” asked Ernest.
“Yes, that is Frank.”
The outlaw’s stern countenance softened as he regarded the sleeping boy.
Suddenly the boy stirred; he opened his eyes and when he recognized his father a glad smile lighted up his innocent face.
“Papa!” he said, and James Fox bent over and kissed him.
CHAPTER XVII
FRANK
After kissing his father the young boy looked inquisitively at Ernest.