As his eyes lighted on the ex-tutor, he rushed with outstretched arms toward him.
“Norman Redfern!” he exclaimed, in a tone of surprise and pleasure.
CHAPTER XXIII
GOOD NEWS FOR REDFERN
Redfern turned sharply.
“Mosley!” he cried, seizing the other’s hand, and shaking it warmly. “I was intending to stop in and see you. This is indeed a pleasure.”
“I’ve been searching a month for you, Redfern; but excuse me a moment—are you Colonel Ellison, sir? I was out when you called, but was told I might find you here.”
“That is my name, sir,” said Uncle Dan. “You are the president of Ripley Academy, I believe?”
Redfern seemed astounded.
“What!” he cried. “Mosley, is it possible? Where is Professor Blackwell?”