When he entered the room where Frank sat disconsolately at the window the little fellow uttered a cry of joy.

“Is it you, Ernest?” he said, running forward. “I thought I should never see you again.”

Ernest stooped over and kissed him.

“You see I am here,” he said.

“What made you go away? Why didn’t you tell me you were going?”

“I will tell you some time, Frank.”

“Why did those bad men take papa away?”

“I do not think you would understand. Where is Juba?”

“She is in the kitchen. I will call her.”

Juba came in and seemed pleased to see Ernest.