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While the latter was declared not to be dangerous, the "Blade" hinted that his malady might suddenly have taken a dangerous turn. "The good people of this section will feel much easier," concluded the editor, "when they know that Garwood has been found and returned to the sanitarium that awaits him.
'That's true, too, said Williams; 'I know he's gone to Brighton. Well, if you'll photograph it now, I'll go across to Garwood and get his statement, and you keep an eye on it while I'm gone. I'm beginning to think two guineas is not a very exorbitant price for it now. In a short time he had returned, and brought Mr Garwood with him.
Your mother is anxious to have you come home, but I tell her that a little thing like pulling a professor out of the fire isn't likely to feaze a Garwood! "Now, another thing. You recollect that when you decided to go to Hilltop we talked it over and thought it best to keep dark the fact that you were my son. You wanted to stand on your own merits, and I wanted you to.
And behind us, somewhere on our trail, is Captain Greg Holmes, with a company of his brave soldiers, trailing us relentlessly." "Soldiers?" quivered Amos Garwood, his face going ashen. Then his face suddenly took on a look of intense exultation. "Soldiers?" he repeated. "It couldn't be better. It is on soldiers that my amazing discovery should be proved.
Ted didn't find the watch, nor did the men searchers get anywhere near a reliable trail of Amos Garwood. As for Dick & Co., they aided in the search for a while, then went home to supper, feeling that they had done their present duty as well as boys might do it. Ted Teall slunk home considerably after dark.
"He hasn't told us," Dave rejoined. But Hi, who felt that he was being shamefully used by the crowd, suddenly broke in with: "If your name is Garwood, then Ted Teall meant that you're the one that's crazy. And I know where the boys have gone. They're not looking for my clothes at all. They're looking for constables to come and seize you!"
"Hi Martin ought to be tied to a tree and switched until he can't see! He's a regular babbling butt-in." "What good did it do him to meddle in that fashion?" burst from Reade. "The mean, worthless fellow! And we had plenty of reason to feel grateful to Colonel Garwood, Amos's father, after the handsome uniforms that were given us."
"He does the same to me," sighed Dick, "but it's a plain case of duty to follow him until we can turn him over to those who'll take good care of the poor fellow." Just as Amos Garwood was on the point of vanishing from their view, the two schoolboys started forward, more cautiously than before. Back of them in the woods, far away, sounded a boyish war-whoop.
The weeks went by, and the missionary brother returned; and one Sunday morning in February it was given out at Bethesda that "on the first Sabbath after the second Tuesday in March, the funeral sermon of Brother Felix Kendrick will be preached at the house by Brother Garwood."
Martin demanded, stepping out into the open. Tears brimmed his eyes now. "Clothes? Your clothing?" asked Amos Garwood, again coming to a realization of things about him. "Why, I believe the boy who yelled and ran away from here carried one armful of things with him." "Which way did he run?" throbbed Hi. "That way." Garwood pointed to the road.
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