"Yes, I think I have found her," said Warren and commencing at the
moment when the boys parted on the street, be gave Ivan an account of
his morning's discoveries.

"Good! Good!" said Ivan. "We will go together this time, and together
we will rescue our pretty little Elinor. Have you made any plans?"

"No, I haven't," confessed Warren. "I don't know what ails me; I seem
to be perfectly brainless today. It looks like I am losing everybody
that belongs to me."

Ivan shrugged his shoulders. "Look at me," he said. "My mother long
dead, my father somewhere on the field of battle, or lying dead in the
trenches. I do not know; but I must not think. What I want to do is
to save Professor Morris, my second father, and Evelyn and Jack and
Elinor, who are as sisters and brother to me. Let us start and plan as
we go."

"Have you any money?" asked Warren. "I have not a single copper."

"Nor I, " said Ivan.

"We ought to have some," said Warren. "We might have to bribe those
people."

Ivan laughed, and felt down his blouse. "This might help," he said.
"I hate to give the small one up. It has been in the family, always
worn by the eldest son, for more generations than I know; but if we
have to give it, it will come back. It always has." He offered Warren