picture of the
missing boy."

"Does the picture look like me?" demanded Dick.

"Very much. So much so that I was startled when I came in here and saw
you."

"What's the missing boy's name?" asked Jimmy.

"Dick Sanden."

"That's me! That's me!" exclaimed Dick, springing to his feet. "I
remember now! I'm Dick Box no longer! I'm Dick Sanden! I remember it
all! Oh, how glad I am!"

"Are you sure?" asked Mr. Crosscrab, for he did not want the boy to be
mistaken. "Be careful now. What is your father's name?"

"My father's name? My father's name?" murmured Dick. "I--I can't seem
to remember." He passed his hand across his forehead. "I can't recall
that," he said piteously.

CHAPTER XXV

WHO DICK BOX WAS--CONCLUSION

Crossing the room Mr. Crosscrab put his arm about Dick.

"You must calm yourself," he said, for the boy was on the verge of
tears and a nervous breakdown. "Let us reason this matter out. I
really believe we can establish your identity, but we must go slowly.
Your memory can not all come back at once. It will take a little time."

"Do you know his father's name?" asked Jimmy.

"Yes, if that man is his father. But I wanted to see if he could
recall it. That would almost prove that Dick Box is Dick Sanden. Mr.
Sanden's name is Oliver, and he lives in the township of Slaterville,
Vermont."

"That's it! I remember now!" cried Dick joyfully. "My father is Mr.
Oliver Sanden, of Slaterville. Now I am sure who I am."

"We must not be too positive," cautioned Mr. Crosscrab with a smile.
"Your memory may be playing you tricks again, and you may think because
I mention a name that it is the one you have forgotten. However, we
can soon make sure."

"How?" inquired Jimmy with tremendous interest.

"I will telegraph my father to go at once and see Mr. Sanden. He can
come here to-morrow morning, and then we can make positive if Dick Box
is Richard Sanden."

"I'm sure I am," said Dick with a smile. "It is beginning to come back
to me now. I remember father and mother starting for Europe and how I
was to go to Chicago."

"What happened after you got to the Grand Central Station?" asked
Jimmy. "Why didn't you go to Chicago?"

"That's something I can't remember. That's still a puzzle."

"Well, don't worry over it," advised Mr. Crosscrab. "We will try and
have it all straightened out to-morrow. You had better lie down and
rest."

"Lie down! I couldn't lie down when I