It was still broad daylight when they got back to the station. They were pacing the platform slowly, waiting for their train, when the up express came rushing past at the rate of forty miles an hour. They stood for a moment to watch it. Suddenly Ambrose Murray gripped his companion by the arm.
"Look! look!" he cried. "That's the man! As I live, that's the face of Max Jacoby!"
Gerald looked, but already the train had gone too far to allow him to distinguish any particular face.
"But after twenty years?" said Gerald.
"I should know him at the end of a thousand years!" exclaimed Murray, his whole frame trembling with excitement. "Max Jacoby is still among the living. The next thing to do is to find him."
[CHAPTER VII.]
MISS DEANE FINDS A NEW HOME.
When Matthew Kelvin reached home from his journey, he was certainly surprised at the budget of news which his mother had ready for him.
"Where's Olive?" was the first question he asked, as he sat down to his dinner, after kissing his mother, and satisfying himself that she was no worse in health than when he left her.
"She's gone to see the Leightons, and won't be back till to-morrow, so that I shall have my dear boy all to myself this evening. It was very considerate of Olive, I must say."