“I’m going in all over,” he cried. “And, oh, what a bath this is going to be! Come along, Brick, and see who’ll be in—”
He stopped as though transfixed.
On the other side of the stream sat a man, looking at him curiously.
A wild cry burst from Don’s lips.
“Father!” he cried. “Father!”
CHAPTER XX
A Joyful Reunion
Don plunged into the stream, which was only a couple of feet deep, and waded over to the other side, uttering incoherent exclamations of wonder and delight.
The man watched his coming with a dawning look of recognition in his eyes. He brushed his hand over his face, as though to clear his mind of some bewilderment. He was standing when Don got to him.
Don threw his arms about him and hugged him convulsively.
“Father! Father!” he reiterated again and again, holding the man tightly as though he feared he would vanish. “I’ve found you at last! Oh, I’ve found you at last!”