friends, and could afford to await their exertions in his behalf.
The next day he was returning from a stroll, turning, over in his mind a plan to learn Matthewson's decision as to what, if anything, the company wanted done with Ike Slump, and to make a visit to Farwell Gibson with the joyful news that would make him a free man, when nearing home, Ralph hurried his steps at the sounds of animated conversation within the cottage.
In the cozy little parlor sat his mother, and on a stool at her feet was Van. His bright, ingenuous face was aglow with happiness, and he was chatting away to a loving, interested listener merry as a magpie.
"Hello, there, Van Sherwin!" challenged Ralph, in mock severity. "I can't have any prodigal son pushing me out of my place this way!"
"I have two boys now," said Mrs. Fairbanks, with a proud smile, as the two manly young fellows joined hands in a brotherly welcome.
"What brings you here?" was Ralph's first query.
"Slump, mainly," answered Van.
"What about him?"
"Sloped, bag and baggage—and some of Mr. Gibson's baggage to boot. He played it pretty
