nough
to sit up, but that was all, and he would be glad enough to do as his son
had suggested. So the necessary papers were made out, and a suit
instituted against Alexander Slocum.

In the meantime, Mr. Islen sold out his bindery, and by this turn of
affairs our hero found himself out of employment. But he had had enough of
the great metropolis for the present, and was glad enough to go back to
Lakeview while awaiting the time when Slocum should be brought to trial.

The news of what he had accomplished had leaked out, and when he arrived
he found Harry and Blumpo awaiting him at the depot.

"You're a clever one, Jerry!" cried Harry, shaking his hand warmly. "To
run off on the quiet and come back with a fortune for your family."

"We haven't got the fortune yet," laughed the young oarsman. "But we hope
to have it before long."

"I always said Jerry was de greatest boy dat eber was born," ejaculated
Blumpo, with his face on a broad grin.

"How is your father? Blumpo," asked Jerry, to change the subject.

"He's very well again."

"You must tell us your whole story," went on Harry. "I am dying to hear
it."

"I will--but I must get home first," answered the young oarsman.

He was soon on his way to the farm, where his parents received him with
open arms. A splendid dinner was awaiting him--such a repast as he had not
had since leaving--but none of the food was touched until his tale was
told from end to end, with all of its details as they have been presented
to my readers.

"You did well, son," was Mr. Upton's comment. "I don't believe anybody
could have done better."

Mrs. Upton smiled fondly and put her arms about the boy.

"He's our Jerry, father," was all she said, but the simple words meant a
good deal.

His own story told, and the dinner finished, Jerry wanted to know the news
around Lakeview, but his parents had little to tell.

"I have not been out since your father was taken down," said Mrs. Upton.
"You'll have to asked Harry Parker and your other friends."

"Have Si Peters and Wash Crosby been caught yet?"

"No, and I doubt if they ever do catch them," responded Mrs. Upton.

CHAPTER XXXIX.

HARRY TO THE RESCUE.

Early on the following morning Harry came over to take Jerry for a sail on
the lake in the Whistler.

"We can sail and talk at the same time," he explained. "I know you must be
longing for a whiff of the water."

"You are right there, Harry," returned the young oarsman