“Look at that, Mr. Winter.”
Jacob Winter put on his glasses, and stared open-mouthed at Ben’s picture in the Globe.
“Well, that beats all!” he exclaimed.
“I guess a boy like that can make his way,” said the mother proudly.
Mr. Winter read carefully the account of Ben and his exploit, and hardly knew what to say.
“He won’t have to fight a mad dog every day,” he observed at length.
“No, I hope not,” returned the mother fervently, “but it shows he’s brave. I think this man will prove a friend to him.”
Jacob Winter went out to the barn in a thoughtful mood. He began to think it less likely that Ben would “foot it back” to Wrayburn. But none the less he wished him back. Such a boy would eventually be a source of profit to him.
The next day Albert Graham came to the house.
“I’ve had a letter from Ben,” he said.