d, with
him two young ladies.

The newcomers were operators from the local commercial telegraph office.

At once Jack's lawyer, recognizing the prosecution's purpose, was on his
feet in protest. For of course the young women were utter strangers to
the blindfolded boy in the witness-stand.

The judge promptly motioned him down, however, and with a smile of
anticipated triumph the prosecutor greeted the two local operators, and
whispering his instructions to one of them, led her to the telegraph key.

In a silence that was painful the sounder once more rattled out its
inquiry, "Do you know who this is?"

Alex started, hesitated, made as though to speak, again paused, then
suddenly cried, "That's a stranger!

"And it's awfully like the light, jumpy sending of a girl!"

A spontaneous cheer broke from the excited spectators. "Silence!
Silence!" shouted the judge.

It was not necessary to repeat the order, for the disconcerted
prosecutor, whirling about, had grasped Jack Orr by the arm and thrust
him toward the key.

[Illustration: "AND IT'S AWFULLY LIKE THE LIGHT, JUMPY SENDING OF
A GIRL!"]

The final test had come.

Jack himself realized the significance of the moment, and for an instant
hesitated, trembling. Then determinedly gripping himself he reached
forward, grasped the key, and sent,

"Do you know--"

"Orr! Orr! That's he!" cried Alex.

With a shout the entire court-room was on its feet, women waving their
handkerchiefs and men cheering wildly again and again. And equally
disregarding the etiquette of the court, Alex tore the handkerchief from
his eyes, and leaping down beside Jack, fell to shaking his hand as
though he would never let go, while Jack vainly sought to express
himself, and to keep back the tears that came to his eyes.

Ten minutes later, with order restored, Jack was formally declared "Not
guilty," and with Alex on one side and his father on the other, left the
room, free and vindicated.

"Well, good-by, my lad," said Mr. Orr, as he and Alex that evening
dropped Jack off their returning train at Midway Junction. "And I suppose
it is unnecessary to warn you against understandings with such men as
Watts in the future, no matter for what purpose."

"Hardly, Dad," responded Jack earnestly. "No more agreements of any kind
for me unless they are on the levellest kind of level, no matter who they
are with, or for what purpose."

XIII

PROFESSOR CLICK, MIND READER

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