boy wrote me about it. I have hastened from the Philippines to right his wrongs. This creature, Lane, accused him falsely, had him imprisoned. I secured the proofs of it before I came here to find my son Dick Welmore."
"Markham's father!" murmured Frank.
"Well," said the officer, "your boy will have to go with me, but if you can prove what you say, the court will not long hold him."
"You, Jasper Lane," spoke Mr. Welmore sternly, "you do not leave my side till you have righted my boy."
"I'll do it, I'll do it! Don't expose me, don't ruin my reputation!" whined Jasper Lane.
"There is Markham—Dick—now," announced Frank, as a cheery whistle sounded outside.
The next moment Markham entered the room, grew pale as he first noticed Lane, saw his father, and flew to his parent's arms with a wild cry of delight.
"Father," he said, leading Mr. Welmore towards Frank, "this is Frank Newton, the best friend I ever had in the world.
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"Seen your sign outside—Boy Wanted—I need a job."
