But there was such a sterling quality about Harvey that Harry could not
help feeling that he would find him in his place when he telegraphed to
him, no matter how great the delay or how doubtful the passage of the
creek.

But when he called there was no answer.

Still he kept the machine steadily ticking. He would not give up hoping
that Harvey was there, although his heart beat fast with nervous
anxiety. So far, he had not thought that his family might be frightened
about him. _He_ knew he was safe, and that had been enough. He had not
thought about other people.

But as these ideas were running through his head and troubling him
greatly, there came a "tick, tick" from the other side, then more of
them, but they meant nothing. Some one was there who could not work the
instrument.

Then suddenly came a message:

Is that you, Harry?

Joyfully, Harry answered:

Yes. Who wants to know?

The answer was:

Your father. He has just waked me up.--Harvey.