When Ernest read the story his feelings were mixed. He rejoiced that the outlaws were taken, but he felt a sympathy for little Frank, and understood what a shock it must be to the father and son to be separated, and to have their home so suddenly and violently broken up.
He learned where Frank was, and called upon him. He had been taken to his own home by the police commander, and it was there that Ernest found him.
When he entered the room where Frank sat disconsolately at the window, the little fellow uttered a cry of joy.
"Is it you, Ernest?" he said, running forward. "I thought I should never see you again."
Ernest stooped over and kissed the little boy.
"You see I am here," he said.
"What made you go away? Why didn't you tell me you were going?"
"I will tell you some time, Frank. I hope you are feeling well."
"Why did those bad men take papa away?"
"I do not think you would understand. Where is Juba?"