of that smile long afterwards—when he was in London and in the far northland—and it always brightened him in spirits.
On the day before his departure Dave received a telegram from Roger. It was short and characteristic:
"Hurrah! Engage stateroom for two. What steamer?"
"Good for Roger!" cried Dave, as he showed the message to his uncle. "He has permission to go with me. Now I won't be lonely."
"I am glad to know he is going along," said Dunston Porter. "Not but that I know you can take care of yourself, Dave."
Dave at once sent word to New York, to the steamship office, and by night the matter of a stateroom for two was arranged. Then he sent word to Roger where his chum could meet him.
He spent a quiet evening at the Wadsworth mansion. Jessie and the others did what they could to cheer him, but they realized what was on his mind.
"Oh, Dave, I do so hope you will find your father and your sister!" said Jessie, on bidding him good-night. "I want to know Laura; I know I shall love her—for your sake!" And then she ran off. Dave watched her mount the stairs and
