arrived in New York several days
before the boys did.

CHAPTER XLIII. A WELCOME LETTER.

Alexander Taylor, a Wall Street broker, sat at breakfast in his fine
house on Madison Avenue. His daughter, Jennie, about thirteen years old,
was the only other person at the table.

"Papa, have you heard nothing of Henry?" asked the little girl
anxiously.

"Only that the boy who got started with him on his foolish tramp got
back three days since."

"Is Tom Murray back, then?"

"Yes; he showed himself more sensible than Henry."

"Oh, I'm afraid something's happened to him, papa! Why don't you
advertise for him, or send out a detective, or something?"

"I will tell you, Jennie," said Mr. Taylor, laying down the morning
paper. "I want your brother to stay away long enough to see his folly."

"But perhaps he may get out of money, and not be able to get anything to
eat. You wouldn't want him to starve, papa?"

"There isn't much chance of it. If he is in danger of that, he will have
sense enough to ask for food, or to write to me for help. I rather hope
he will have a hard time."

"Oh, papa!"

"It will do him good. If I sent for him and brought him back against his
will, he would probably start off again when he has a good chance."

Jennie could not quite follow her father in his reasoning, and was
inclined to think him hard and unfeeling. She missed her brother, who,
whatever his faults, treated her tolerably well, and was at any rate a
good deal of company, being the only other young person in the house.

Just then the servant entered with three letters, which he laid down
beside his master's plate.

Mr. Taylor hastily scanned the addresses.

"Here is a letter from Henry," he said, in a tone of satisfaction.

"Oh, read it quick, papa!"

This was the letter which Mr. Taylor read aloud, almost too deliberately
for the impatience of his daughter:

"Dear Father: I am alive and well, and hope to see you in a few days. I
guess I made a mistake in running away, though I didn't think so at the
time, for I wanted to see life, and have adventures. I don't know how
I should have got along if I hadn't met Philip Gray. He's a tip-top
fellow, and is paying my expenses. I told him you would pay him back. He
has got me off the idea of going West to kill Indians."

"Oh, papa!" exclaimed Jennie, opening her eyes wide. "I didn't know that
was what Henry went for."

"I don't think the Indians would have felt very much fr