"Well, how would you like to become a rich man's son?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"The captain sent you here because you resembled somebody, didn't he?"
"He gave me a letter to bring to you, and said you would give me two dollars for doing the errand."
"Well, that was a bait to get you here; but if you do as I say, you'll do better by far than make two dollars."
"What must I do?"
"Do you see this photograph?" and he held up a picture before Will of a small boy, perhaps seven years of age.
"Yes, sir."
"This photograph looks just as you did six years ago, and then your name was Willie Rossmore. Your home was in Baltimore, or rather near it, and these are photographs of the place, and a handsome one it was.
"You went out in the grounds, just here, running away from your nurse, and two men, passing along the highway in a buggy, took you with them.