He hurried off to the station to write his dispatch and came back as quickly to the Raynors’. He recollected that he had not yet seen the Miles of whom Rex spoke, the fellow who could tell him the continuation of his brother’s adventures.
He asked Florence, whom he found on the lawn, where he could find Miles.
“He’s out in the field now,” she replied, “digging potatoes. But it’s almost twelve. He’ll be in then for his dinner. He just adores that brother of yours.”
“But who is he?” Roy persisted.
“Well, he hasn’t told us his story yet. We took him on trust, and he’s turned out all right so far. But there he comes now.”
“Excuse me,” said Roy. “I’ll go and see him.” And he hurried off around the corner of the house.
The next minute he stood face to face with the youth who is destined to play a highly important part in the remainder of this tale.
CHAPTER XXV
MILES HARDING’S STORY
Miles knew Roy at once.
“This is Miles, isn’t it?” said Roy in his pleasant way, and he put out his hand.