"And if I do, what then?" he asked softly.
"Tell him his mother's still a-grievin' after him. You see, he is her
baby, though a big feller for his age, which is seventeen about. He left
us in a huff two years back. We heard in an indirect way several times,
but never straight. She worries when she thinks nobody is a-lookin'. If
Teddy would only write to her I think she'd be kinder reconciled," went
on Hank, heaving a deep sigh.
"All right. If by any good luck I happen to run across your brother, you
can depend on it I'll do my best to make him write. But how am I to
know him among the thousands of people I meet?" remarked Frank as he was
about to turn away.
"Well, he has--"
Just then some one pounced on Frank, and dragged him off, so that he
never really knew how he was to recognize this wandering brother of Hank
Brady in case he should meet him.
The train was almost due, and general good-bys were quickly said. Such a
chattering as ensued, which kept up until the four chums climbed into
the car that was to take them to the nearest city, where they would
board the through train for the Northwest.
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