"Ben?" asked the young lad, a troubled expression gathering on his face.
"Yes; he has gone into the house to get his breakfast."
"I'll go in and see him," added Lawry, who did not seem to be at all pleased with the news of his brother's arrival.
It is a sad thing for a brother to behave so badly that he cannot be welcome at his own home.
Mrs. Wilford shook hands with Benjamin as he entered. She was glad to see him, and her mother's heart went out toward him; but she was filled with doubts and fears. The young man only laughed while his mother wept at the story of the father's crime. He sat down to his breakfast, and declared that he had come home to take care of the family.
"I hope you are able to take care of yourself, Benjamin," replied his mother, as she glanced at his bloated face.
"I always did that, mother. The old man and I couldn't agree very well, but I reckon you and I can get along together. Lawry, how are you?" continued the returned wanderer, as his brother entered the room.
"Very well; how are you, Ben?" answered Lawry, as he shook hands with his brother.
"First-rate. How about the steamboat, Lawry?"
"She's all right; or, she will be, when we get her up."