before the letter from Flagstaff came, so he doesn't know his son is alive. Poor man, I'm sorry for him. He told me how he had searched all over for his children, and at last, becoming tired and discouraged, he took this job just to have something to do, for he's well enough off not to have to work."
"And there's no way of telling where he went?" questioned Blake.
"Nary a one that I know of, lad. As I said, maybe he's better off lost."
"Not for Joe."
"Well, maybe not; but for himself. There are heavy penalties for wrecking, and it's well he wasn't caught, though, as I say, I don't accuse him. Only it looks black, it looks black. If he was innocent why didn't he stay and fight it out? Yes, lad, it looks black."
"I'm afraid so," sighed Blake. "How can I ever tell Joe the news?"
"You mustn't!" exclaimed the old man. "That's just it. You must not tell him. I'd hate to destroy his faith in his father. It would be cruel. That's why I asked if you could keep a secret. You won't tell him; will you?"
"No," said Blake, in a low voice; "I won't tell him."
