"I'd like to be his guardian."
Joe and Luke Robbins laughed. "You'd make a pretty guardian," said Luke.
"I won't get it," said the tramp, mournfully. "I never had no luck."
CHAPTER II.
A DEATHBED REVELATION.
Ernest made the best of his way home, for he knew his uncle would be waiting for him.
The old man's eyes were closed, but he opened them when Ernest entered the room.
"Was I gone long?" asked the boy.
"I don't know. I think I fell asleep."