CHAPTER XVI
A BOLT FROM THE SKY
Blake, Joe and the others looked on in bewildered surprise at this touching scene. That Charlie should have found his mother in this fashion seemed scarcely possible, yet such was the fact.
For several moments mother and son were in each other’s arms, murmuring over and over again their protestations of love, and words of wonderment at the meeting.
“Where did you find him?” the mother finally demanded, of our friends aboard the motor boat. “Oh, where ever did you find him?”
“We got him out of a house, just as we did you,” said Mr. Ringold, “only it was an upside-down house, and not a burning one. And so he is really your lost boy?”
“Of course he is!” she cried, while Charlie added:
“She’s my mamma! I’m awful glad you found her for me. Where have you been, Mamma?”
“It’s a long story,” she sighed. “But first I want to hear about you. Oh, I thought I would never see you again.”
“It won’t take long to tell all we know about it,” said Mr. Ringold, and he related the facts of the rescue of the boy they had christened Charlie House.
“His name is Charlie Wentworth,” explained his mother, “and that was our house from which you saved him. It’s strange he did not know his last name, and where he lived, for he has often been lost, and he could always tell where he lived all right.”