sparkled, and it was evident that he had just thought of some scheme. "That ought to do it," he said, speaking half aloud. "If I can't win any other way, I'll try that."
"Well, Dick," remarked his father, the next morning, "I suppose you are all ready to go to Kentfield?"
"Yes. I've got everything packed. What will be your address on the other side?"
"Oh, yes, I must leave you that. Here it is. You can forward me letters in care of my London bankers, and they will see that I get them. I may have to put in some time on the continent. By the way, Dick, I hear that Catpain Handlee called to see you last night."
"Yes, he wants me to help him locate his missing son," and Dick told his father of the interview with the old soldier.
"Poor man," remarked Mr. Hamilton, shaking his head, "I fear there is little hope for him, I once aided him in making some inquiries, but they came to nothing."
"Do you know him?"
"Oh, yes, I have often aided him, and I would do more for him, but he is too proud to accept charity. He is rather odd at times, and does not remain at any employment long, or I could give him a good place. His whole mind is set on finding his son. If the missing corporal could be located it would be the making of Captain Handlee, for he would settle down then."
