"
With a cheery good-night the chums separated, and each headed for his
home.
In the morning they once more came together, and for some hours there
was an earnest talk, during which many ideas were put forward, and order
gradually took the place of chaos.
A knock at the door took Frank thither, for he suspected who the visitor
might prove to be, as he had left word at home to send Hank Brady there,
if he called. Hank was now decently dressed, and his face did not look
so very bad, though it bore a number of scratches.
"All right, Hank. I'm going with you to the bank. My father knows all
about it, for I thought it best to start square, so that you need not
fear about his finding out anything about your past," he said, shaking
hands with the other.
"And he don't give me the shake on that account?" asked Hank eagerly.
"Of course he doesn't. He even said that what we did was right, and that
he could look back to a day in his boyhood when a kind word started him
along the straight and narrow path. My dad's the right sort, Hank. Serve
him decently, and you'll never want a better friend.
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