"There! It's all right now!" cried Will, as the click of the catch
announced the desired union.

So the trunk was snatched up by the waiting men and carried off, to be
taken to the station. Frank and his chums quickly followed. Quite a
gathering of relatives and friends were on hand to see them off.

Frank was taking a last look into the automobile, to make sure nothing
had been forgotten, when Hank Brady, who seemed to be making good with
his job, plucked at his sleeve.

"Hello! Came near forgetting to say good-by to you, Hank! Hope you get
on fine and dandy while I'm gone," said the boy, holding out his hand.

"Thank you, Mr. Frank; but I only wanted to say a few words to you about
a brother of mine who is out there somewhere, we believe. Now, I know
the Northwest is a big place, and you might as well think of lookin' for
a needle in a haystack as for a certain feller there; but accidents do
happen, and by some sorter luck you might just happen to run across
Teddy," said Hank quickly, and with a wistful look on his face that held
Frank's attention.

"And if I do, what then?" he asked softly.

"Tell him his mother's still a-grievin' after him. You see, he is her
baby, though a big feller for his age, which is seventeen about. He left
us in a huff two years back. We heard in an indirect way several times,
but never straight. She worries when she thinks nobody is a-lookin'. If
Teddy would only write to her I think she'd be kinder reconciled," went
on Hank, heaving a deep sigh.