“He fell off his horse and he’s in the hospital,” said Sue. “And he wants to find his son Harry and the treasure.”
“Why, I’m his son Harry!” cried the wild man. “That’s my name! I’m Harry Pott and my father is Philip Pott! I wonder if it can be the same one?”
“It must be,” said Mr. Brown. “There could hardly be two men of the same name wrecked from the Mary Bell. I remember hearing the Mr. Pott who was hurt near our house say that the name of his schooner was Mary Bell.”
“That’s the one!” cried the former wild man. “Oh, at last I have trace of my father! I feared he was drowned with the rest of the crew when the Mary Bell was wrecked. Oh, tell me more about my father! I am happier than in many a long day!”
Then Mr. and Mrs. Brown, by turns, with Bunny and Sue putting in words now and then, told the story.
“There’s no doubt of it,” said Harry Pott when the story was finished. “The man who was thrown off his horse when your children were playing store is my father. I hope he wasn’t badly hurt!”
“I think he will get well,” said Mr. Brown. “And he surely will when he hears that you are alive. It will be good news to him.”
“And he wants the treasure, too,” said Bunny Brown. “Don’t forget about the treasure!”
“Treasure?” repeated Harry Pott. “I don’t know anything about any treasure. Father must be mistaken about that. But, no matter, we shall be happy when we meet again. Only when do you think the Beacon will come back to take us off?”
Before any one could answer Will Gand leaped to his feet and pointed across the water.