noise close at hand. Looking through the bushes, he saw Shadow Hamilton on his knees and with his clasped hands raised to heaven. The boy was praying, and remained on his knees for several minutes. When he arose, he turned around and discovered Dave, who had just started to leave the spot.
"Dave Porter!" came in a low cry, and Hamilton's face grew red.
"Hello, Shadow! Taking a walk along the river? If you are, I'll go along."
"I—I was walking," stammered the other boy. His eyes searched Dave's face. "You—were you watching me?" he asked, lamely.
"Not exactly."
"But you saw me—er"
"I saw you, Shadow, I couldn't help it. It was nothing for you to be ashamed of, though."
"I—I—oh, I can't tell you!" and Hamilton's face took on a look of keen misery.
"Shadow, you are in some deep trouble, I know it," came bluntly from Dave. "Don't you want to tell me about it? I'll do what I can for you. We've been chums ever since I came here and I hate to see you so downcast."
"It wouldn't do any good—you couldn't help me."
"Are you sure of that? Sometimes an outsider looks at a thing in a different light than that person
