"Then you must be—you are Sandy's brother!" cried Donald.
The young man swayed a little and put out his hand to steady himself.
It seemed to Donald as if he would never speak.
When he did his voice was tremulous with emotion.
"Yes," he replied almost in a whisper. "I am Sandy's brother. Tell me of Sandy and of my father."
CHAPTER XIII
DONALD DECIDES
It was a wonderful story, Donald thought.