“Don’t you know where they took her?”
“No, sir, they didn’t say anything about it.”
“Wasn’t there any one to look after you?”
“No, sir. There wasn’t any one who knew me.”
“What did you do then? Where did you go?”
“I didn’t know where to go. Some children came along and found me crying, and they were real good to me. They said they knew a place where I could stay until my mother came back. So they took me home with them, and put me in a little room there was at the top of the house.”
“How did you manage to keep warm in this cold weather?”
“The children found some things to put over me. They got some hay from a stable and made me a bed. It wasn’t very cold after I got used to it.”
“They probably took his mother to a hospital,” said the captain, “unless she was—” He didn’t like to finish his sentence, for he had not the heart to tell the poor boy that his mother might be dead.