"How's that? How's that?" challenged the learned old professor keenly.
"According to the last authoritative geological data available, Canada----"

"I mean Brazil; yes, that's it, Brazil--anyhow, somewhere over in Africa."

"H'm!" sniffed the old professor suspiciously.

"He found me in rags. I told him my story. He offered to set me on my feet
again if I would sign the pledge. I signed it. Then he bought me a home,
and put enough money in the bank to start me in some nice little business,
and some other money. I got thinking of this poor, homeless lad. It almost
broke my heart. I have spent several hundred dollars having detectives
trace him down."

"Jem and Dan," Frank told himself, and almost laughed outright.

"At last I find him," proceeded Brady. "I wish to provide for him; I wish
to educate and make a man of him."

"Very well," nodded Mr. Elliott. "He is here at a good school. Let him
remain. I shall be pleased to have him now on a basis where he can study
and learn all of his time, instead of having to work his way, for he is a
bright, promising scholar."

"Exactly, exactly," assented Brady eagerly; "only, you see, sir, I want to
prove that I mean well by him."

"Prove it, then, by paying his tuition for a year, and leave him in
competent hands," suggested the practical, sensible educator.