“Yes.”
“Then I am John Fox. You will not betray me?”
“No; certainly not. Can I do anything for you?”
“Yes; you are the guardian of my brother’s child.”
“Yes.”
“Is he alive? Is he well?”
“Yes.”
“Will you bring him here before I die?”
“I will. I cannot refuse the request of a dying man.” Ernest brought Frank to the bedside of his dying uncle. It was a sad interview. Frank was moved, but John Fox, seeing him strong, handsome, robust, felt comforted.
“He at least has profited by the fate that overtook his father and myself. I shall die content, for I leave him in good hands. Don’t let him think too hardly of us!”