“Gone away!” echoed Joe. “Did he—did he get my letter?”
“I don’t know whether it was your letter or not,” said the keeper. “One came for him the day after he left. It’s here yet. It was from Flagstaff, Arizona, I believe.”
“That’s my letter!” exclaimed Joe. “And he never got it! Poor Dad, he doesn’t yet know that I’m alive!” and he turned away with tears in his eyes.
CHAPTER VIII
BLAKE LEARNS A SECRET
Blake, looking on from a little distance, saw Joe turn aside from the aged man.
“That’s rather queer,” thought the lad. “If that was his father it isn’t a very cordial welcome.”
As he looked, he saw Joe walking out of the garden.