ance to tell
Ted and Janet that it was all right about the money--that Mr. Martin was
not going to lose it after all. His trip had saved it for him.

As the automobiles were about to start off, the constable came up to
Uncle Toby and said:

"That strange man--the one who fell and hurt himself at the cabin when
you found the kidnapped boy--wants to see you, Mr. Bardeen."

"Wants to see me?" asked Uncle Toby, in surprise.

"Yes. It seems he is much better now, and is in his right mind."

"Was he out of his mind before?" asked Uncle Toby, while the others
listened eagerly.

"Yes, he was most of the time, though not always. He's a soldier, it
seems, or was. He fought in the big war and was hurt or gassed, or
something, and lost his mind. He really doesn't know what happened to
him, except that he ran away from different hospitals, got to this
country somehow, and has been wandering around ever since, living as
best he could. But he's all right now. The doctor said that fall he had
did something to his head and gave him back his right senses, so he's
all right now, and he's asking for you."

"What's his name, and why does he want to see me?" asked Uncle Toby.

"He says he wants to explain that he didn't try to kidnap the little
boy," the constable went on. "And he didn't steal the dog, either. The
dog came to the cabin, made friends with him, and the man kept him.
Though maybe the dog would have gone to you if he hadn't been tied up.
But the man's very anxious to see you and explain all this. I said I'd
go get you. I went out to your cabin, and a lady there said you'd come
here to the station, so I hurried back, and here I am. Could you come
and see that man for a few minutes?"

"Why, I suppose I could, yes," answered Uncle Toby. "But who is he,
anyhow? You say he was a soldier in the big war?"

"Yes. And he says his name is Frank Benton. He--"

But there was an excited cry from the mother of Mary and Harry.

"Frank Benton!" she exclaimed. "Why, that was my husband's name! My
husband fought in the war! We thought he was killed, but we never could
be sure of it, as no record was found. Oh, if this should be your
missing father, children!" and with tears in her eyes she looked at her
boy and girl.

"We'll soon find out!" cried Uncle Toby.

"To the doctor's! First house around that corner," directed the
constable.

Trembling with eagerness and hope, Mrs. Benton, with Harry and Mary,
went into the room where t