“Yes; do you know him? Is he a friend of yours?” asked Victor in breathless astonishment.
“I knew him, but he is not a friend of mine.”
“Ah! I hoped he was,” sighed Victor, his face falling.
“But all the same I am going to help you.”
Gerald had a brief conversation with Mrs. Ferguson and arranged with her to find a comfortable home for Victor, where he could rest and receive medical attendance, and deposited a sum of money with her to defray his expenses.
“How kind you are!” said Victor gratefully. “I was very much discouraged when you came in. I didn’t know what was to become of me.”
“I shall be back again in Kansas City in four weeks,” said Gerald. “Till then you will be taken care of. Keep up your spirits and all will turn out well.”
“How strange,” he thought, “that I should help the son as my father helped his father. I like the boy. I am sure he will not prove ungrateful.”