The little runaway.
"It's a shame, father," said Beatrice. "Only think, our darling little Herbie might have been lost. I hope you will never trust him again with Thomas."
"I shall not," said the father, decidedly. "Thomas has forfeited my confidence, and he must leave my service. I shall pay his passage back to London, and there he must shift for himself."
"You have not thanked the young gentleman who brought him back, father," said Beatrice, in a low voice.
Mr. Grosvenor turned to Frank.
"Accept my warmest thanks, young gentleman," he said, "for your kindness to my little son."
"It was only a trifle, sir," said our hero, modestly.
"It was no trifle to us. How did you happen to meet him?"
"I was resting by the road-side, when he came along, crying. I asked him what was the matter, and he told me. Then I offered to guide him to you."