“Too bad,” murmured Mrs. Brown. “If we could only find his son and get word to him about his father.”
“Likely the son will never be found,” replied Uncle Tad in a low voice.
“Well, we’ll take care of this poor man until Dr. Rudd sees him again,” went on Mrs. Brown. “By that time he may be better.”
Bunny and Sue found their father out in the hall. Generally they rushed at him with merry peals of laughter and jolly shouts. But now they had heard what their mother said about disturbing Mr. Pott, so they were a little quieter.
“What’s the great news, Daddy?” asked Bunny.
“Are we going away somewhere?” Sue wanted to know. To travel was the delight of the two children, and nothing pleased them so much as to be on the move—it did not much matter where, as long as they were seeing something new. But probably most children are like that.
“Yes, I think perhaps we are going away—on the rolling ocean,” said Mr. Brown. “I’ll tell you more about it in a little while. But what is going on here? Some one told me there had been an accident here, though I see it isn’t either of you two who is hurt. And it can’t be mother, for I hear her talking to Uncle Tad.”
“It’s Mr. Pott,” explained Bunny. “He’s a sailor and he lost his son Harry and the treasure and he was on a horse.”
“But he fell off the horse,” quickly added Sue. “And, Daddy, he ’most fell on us when we played store!”
“My! I should say that was a lot to have happen to one,” said Mr. Brown. “Now don’t make too much noise if we have a sick man in the house.”