Mr. Scott had promised not to let the dog out of his arms, but if he had been better acquainted with Tag he would never have made such a rash promise. As the gentleman followed the nurse into the ward, the dog’s eyes flashed a swift glance over the long line of cots, and the next instant something dark went flying down the room and up on to that last cot in the row, and there was Tag licking his master’s face and hands, and wagging his tail, and barking like mad.

  “Dear me!” exclaimed the nurse, running toward the corner. “This will never do. He’ll drive the patients into fits! Why didn’t you keep hold of him?”

  She threw the question back in a reproachful tone to Mr. Scott.

  He laughed a little as he answered, “If you will try to pick him up now and hold him, you will understand why.”

  Even as he spoke, the nurse was making an attempt to capture and silence the noisy little fellow. She might as well have tried to pick up a ball of quicksilver. Tag slipped through her fingers like an eel, scurrying from one end of the cot to the other, and barking excitedly all the time.

  “Can’t you stop him, Theodore?” exclaimed Mr. Scott, as he reached the corner where the boy lay.

  “Here, Tag, lie down and be still,” cried the boy, and with one last defiant yap at the nurse, Tag nosed aside the bedclothes and snuggled down beside his master with a sigh of glad content.

  “Well, if ever I let a dog into my ward again!” exclaimed the nurse, in a tone of stern determination.

  “I’m sorry he made such a noise, ma’am. It was only because he was so glad to find me,” said Theodore, quickly.

  The nurse turned away in offended silence, and Mr. Scott sat down by the bed and began to talk with the boy.

  He listened with a grave face to Theo’s story. When it was ended, he asked, “Did you recognise either of the boys?”

  “Yes, sir; one, certainly, and I think I know one of the others.”

  “Well?” said the teacher, inquiringly.

  Theodore hesitated a moment, then answered in a low tone, “You ‘member them verses you showed me that first Sunday, Mr. Scott?”

  The gentleman smiled down into the sober, boyish face. “I remember,” he replied, “but, Theo, this is a grave matter. To beat a boy until he is unconscious, and then leave him to live or die, is a crime. Such boys ought not to be shielded.”

  “Mr. Scott, I had an awful time over that last night,” answered the boy, earnestly. “I wanted to pay them fellers for this job—you better b’lieve I did, but,” he shook his head slowly, “I can’t do it. You see, sir, I ain’t Tode no more—I’m Theodore, now.”

  There was a look on the homely, boyish face that forbade further discussion of the matter, and, after a moment’s silence, Mr. Scott said in a different tone, “Well, my boy, when are you going home? Nan and the baby want to see you.”

  Theo glanced impatiently about the long room.

  “She said I’d got to stay in bed till the doctor had seen me,” he replied, “‘n the doctor’ll be here ‘bout nine o’clock.”

  “She” was the nurse.

  “It’s nearly nine now. I’ll wait until the doctor comes, then,” Mr. Scott said.

  The doctor pronounced the boy quite fit to leave the hospital, and his clothes being brought to him, the curtains were drawn around his cot and he dressed himself hastily. But as he pushed aside the curtains, Mr. Scott saw a troubled look on his face, and asked:

  “What’s the matter, Theodore?”

  Without answering the boy crossed the room to the nurse.

  “Where’s the money that was in my pocket?” he asked, anxiously.

  The nurse looked at him sharply. “If there was any money in your pockets when you were brought here it would be in them now,” she answered, shortly. “You can go to the office and ask any questions you like.”

  Theodore turned toward his teacher a very sorrowful face.

  “I’ve been robbed, too,” he said.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, Theodore. How much have you lost?”

  “Five dollars. She says to ask at the office, but ‘twon’t do no good, I s’pose.”

  “No, nothing would have been taken from your pockets here, but we will stop at the office and see if we can learn anything,” Mr. Scott said.

  Tag had kept close to his master’s heels, and now at his teacher’s suggestion Theodore picked up the dog, who went forth quietly enough in that fashion.

  Inquiries at the office convinced the boy that he had been robbed before he was brought there, and naturally enough he came to the conclusion that his money had gone into the pockets of Dick Hunt and his companions.

  At the door of the tenement house Mr. Scott left Theo, who hurried eagerly up the stairs. On the landing he met Jimmy Hunt, who called out:

  “Hi—o, Tode, where ye been all night? Say, what was the matter? Did Mr. Scott find ye?”

  “Yes,” was Theo’s only response, as he pushed open Nan’s door, to be greeted with such a warm welcome that he hardly knew what to say and had to hide his embarrassment by poking the baby’s ribs to make him laugh. Jimmy Hunt had followed him into the room and listened with open mouth as well as ears to the brief story that the boy told in reply to Nan’s questions.

  “Oh, ‘twasn’t much. I got knocked down an’ carried to the hospital, an’ they wouldn’t let me come away till morning—that’s all.”

  “An’ wasn’t ye hurt?” cried Jimmy, in a disappointed tone. It seemed to him altogether too tame an affair if nobody was hurt.

  “My shoulder’s sprained, an’ my head was hurt a little,” Theo answered. “Say, Jim, where’s Dick?”

  “I d’know. Out somewheres,” replied Dick’s brother, indifferently.

  “Why ain’t you in school, Jimmy?” was Theo’s next question.

  “Well, I like that!” exclaimed Jimmy, in a tone of deep disgust. “Ain’t I been a-racin’ all over town for you this mornin’, a-gettin’ Mr. Scott to hunt ye up, an’ goin’ ter see ‘f your stand’s open, an’ carryin’ things ‘round fer Nan, too? How could I do all that an’ be in school, I’d like to know?”

  “‘Deed, you couldn’t, Jimmy,” replied Nan, soothingly. “I don’t know what I should have done this morning without him, Theo. He was my right hand man.”

  Jimmy coloured with satisfaction at this high praise, and his delight was complete when Theodore added,

  “That so? Well now, Jimmy boy, I ain’t goin’ to forget this.”

  “Huh! Twarn’t nothin’. I liked to do it,” replied Jimmy, and then overcome by a sudden and unaccountable fit of bashfulness he ran hastily out of the room.

  Then Theodore told Nan the details of his adventure, but not even to her would he tell the name of his enemy, and Nan did not guess, for she would never have imagined that Mrs. Hunt’s Dick could have served Theo so.

  Dick had gone out as usual after breakfast and did not come home even to get his supper, but of late his habits had been so irregular that nothing was said at home about his absence.

  After supper Jimmy was sent out on an errand and Dick met him and questioned him in regard to Theo’s return, and what he had to say. Jimmy waxed indignant over the story which he filled in from his own imagination with many vivid details.

  “Some fellers pitched into him an’ knocked him down an’ beat him an’ left him for dead an’ they took him t’ the hospital an’ kep’ him there all night. Guess them fellers’ll suffer for it! They robbed him, too. Took five dollars out o’ his pockets.”

  “They didn’t neither!” exclaimed Dick, hastily, thrown off his guard by this unexpected statement.

  “Come now, Dick Hunt, mebbe you know more’n I do about it,” retorted Jimmy, with withering sarcasm, little suspecting how much more his brother did know. “Mebbe you heard what Nan said to ma ‘bout it.”

  “No, no! ‘Course I d’know nothin’ ‘bout it. How would I know?” replied Dick, quickly and uneasily. “Say, Jimmy, is he—is Tode goin’ to have them fellers took up?”

  “‘Spect he is—I would,” answered Jimmy; then remembering his errand, he ran off, leaving Dick looking after him with a haggard, miserable face.

  “Robbed,” Dick said to himself, as he walked moodily and aimlessly on. “We didn’t do that anyhow. Somebody must ‘a’ gone through his pockets after we cleared out. Nice box I’m in now!”

  Dick did not go home at all that night. He was afraid that he might be arrested if he did.

  “He knows ‘twas me did it, an’ he’s keepin’ dark ‘bout it till they can nab me,” he thought.

  He hunted up the three boys who had been so ready to help him the night before, but he found them now firmly banded together against him. Moreover, they had spread such reports of him among their companions, that Dick found himself shunned by them all. He dared not go home, so he wandered about the streets, eating in out-of-the-way places, and sleeping where he could. One day Carrots told him that Tode Bryan was huntin’ everywhere for him. Then Dick, in desperation, made up his mind to go to sea—he could stand the strain no longer. He dared not go home, even to bid his mother goodbye. Dick was selfish and cruel, but he had even yet a little lingering tenderness for his mother. It was not enough to make him behave himself and do what he knew would please her, but it did make him wish that he could see her just for a moment before going away. It was enough to make him creep cautiously to the house after dark, and stand in the shadow, looking up at her window, while he pictured to himself the neat, pleasant room, where at that hour, she would be preparing supper. While he stood there, Theo came out of the house, with Tag, as usual, at his heels. Tag ran over to the dark corner and investigated Dick, but cautiously, for there was no friendship between him and this member of the Hunt family. Dick stood silent and motionless afraid that the dog might bark and draw Theo over there, but he stood ready for flight until Theo whistled and Tag ran back to him, and presently followed him off in another direction. Then, with a breath of relief, Dick stole off into the darkness, and the next day he left the city on a vessel bound for South America, rejoicing that at last he was beyond reach of Tode Bryan.

  Dick was not mistaken in thinking that Theo had been searching for him, but he was greatly mistaken as to the boy’s purpose in it. Theodore was entirely ready now to obey that command that Mr. Scott had shown him and to do his best to “overcome evil with good.” He took it for granted that Dick and the others had robbed as well as beaten him, but all the same, he felt that he was bound to forget all that and find some way to show them a kindness. But though Theo was always on the lookout for him, Dick managed to keep out of his sight while he remained in the city. After Dick had sailed, some boy told Jimmy where his brother had gone, and so at last the news reached Theodore.

  Since his return from the bishop’s, Theo had had few idle moments, but after losing the five dollars he worked early and late to make up the loss. He grew more silent and thoughtful, and when alone his thoughts dwelt almost continually on that happy day when he should look once more into the bishop’s kind face.

  “I’ll tell him all about it,” he would say to himself, “how I saw that Mrs. Russell drop the pocketbook, an’ how I slipped under the wagon an’ snatched it up out o’ the mud, an’ used the money. I’ll tell it all, an’ ev’rything else bad that I can ‘member, so he’ll know jest what a bad lot I’ve been, an’ then I’ll tell him how sorry I am, an’ how I’m a-huntin’ ev’rywhere for that Jack Finney, an’ how I’ll keep a-huntin’ till I find him.”

  All this and much more Theodore planned to tell the bishop, and, as he thought about it, it seemed as if he could not wait another hour, so intense was his longing to look once more into that face that was like no other earthly face to him, to listen again to the voice that thrilled his heart, and hear it say, “My boy, I forgive you.” Many a time he dreamt of this and started up from sleep with those words ringing in his ears, “My boy, I forgive you,” and then finding himself alone in his dark, dismal little room, he would bury his wet cheeks in the pillow and try to stifle the longing in his lonely, boyish heart.

  Even Nan, who knew him better than did any one else, never guessed how his heart hungered to hear those words from the lips of the bishop.

  But little by little—in nickels and dimes and quarters—Theodore laid by another five dollars. He knew to a penny how much there was, but when he brought the last dime, he and Nan counted it all to make sure. There was no mistake. It amounted to thirty-seven dollars and twenty-five cents, and the boy drew a long, glad breath as he looked up at Nan with shining eyes and flushed cheeks, saying,

  “Tomorrow, Nan, I can see—him!”

  “Don’t look so—so awfully glad, Theo. I’m afraid something will happen,” said Nan, with a troubled expression in her eyes as she looked at him.

  “Don’t you worry. I ain’t a-goin’ to be robbed again—you better believe I ain’t!” cried the boy. Then he glanced at his worn suit and tried to pull down his jacket sleeves, as he added, wistfully, “D’you think I look well enough to go there, Nan? I wanted to buy a collar an’ necktie, but, I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

  Nan’s private opinion was, that if the bishop could only see Theo’s face at that moment, the garments he wore would be a matter of small importance. She answered, quickly,

  “You look plenty well enough, Theo. Don’t worry about that.”

  She gathered up the money and put it back into the box in which it had been kept, and the boy went across the room to the bed where the baby lay asleep.

  “Seems to me he looks kind o’ peaked—don’t he, Nan?” he remarked, uneasily.

  Nan cast an anxious glance at the little, thin face, and shook her head. “He doesn’t get strong as I hoped he would,” she answered, sadly.

  “Oh well, he will, when it comes warmer, so he can get out doors oftener,” the boy said, as he went away to his room.

  He hurried through his work the next day, closing his stand at the earliest possible moment, and rushing home to get ready for his visit. He always, now, kept his face and hands scrupulously clean. His hair might have been in better condition if he had had money to buy a comb or a brush, but those were among the luxuries that he felt he must deny himself until he had made all the restitution in his power.

  To-day, however, when he went to Nan’s room for his money, she offered him the use of her comb, and helped him reduce his rough, thick hair to some kind of order. Even then he looked at himself somewhat doubtfully. His suit was so shabby in spite of Nan’s careful mending, and his shoes were worse than his suit, but they were polished to the last degree. He had exchanged a sandwich and two doughnuts for that “shine.”

  “You look well enough, Theo,” Nan said, “plenty well enough. Now go on, and oh, I do hope it will be all right.”

  “I know ‘twill,” cried the boy, joyously, as he tucked the money carefully into an inside pocket. “Oh, Nan!”

  He looked at her with such a happy face that her own beamed a bright response. Then he ran off and Nan stood in the doorway watching him as he went down the stairs, closely followed by his inseparable companion, Tag.

  “The dear boy! He is fairly pale,” said Nan, to herself, as she turned back into her room. “It is strange how he loves that bishop—and what a different boy he is, too, since he came home. I don’t see how the bishop can help loving him. Oh, I do hope nothing will happen to spoil his visit. He has looked forward to it so long.”

  The boy felt as if he were walking on air as he went rapidly through the crowded streets, seeing nothing about him, so completely were his thoughts occupied with the happiness before him. As he got farther up town the crowd lessened, and when he turned into the street on which the bishop lived, the passers-by were few.

  At last he could see the house. In a few minutes he would reach it. Then his joyous anticipations suddenly vanished and he began to be troubled.

  What if Brown wouldn’t let him in, he thought, or—what if the bishop should refuse to see him or to listen to his story?

  As these thoughts came to him his eager pace slackened and for a moment he was tempted to turn back. Only for a moment, however. He knew that the bishop would not refuse to see him, and as for Brown, if Brown refused to admit him, he would go to the servants’ door and ask for Mrs. Martin.

  So thinking, he pushed open the iron gate and went slowly up the walk.

  “Stay here, Tag. Lie down, sir!” he ordered, and the dog obediently dropped down on the steps, keeping his bright eyes fastened on his master, as the boy rang the bell. Theo could almost hear his heart beat as he waited. Suddenly the door swung open and there was Brown gazing severely at him.

  “Well—what do you want?” questioned the man, brusquely.

  “I want—Don’t you know me, Brown? I want to see—Mrs. Martin.”

  The boy’s voice was thick and husky, and somehow he could not utter the bishop’s name to Brown standing there with that cold frown on his face.

  “Oh—you want to see Mrs. Martin, do you? Well, I think you’ve got cheek to come here at all after leaving the way you did,” Brown growled. He held the door so that the boy could not enter, and seemed more than half inclined to shut it in his face.

  “Oh, please, Brown, do let me in,” pleaded the boy, with such a heart-broken tone in his voice, that Brown relented—he wasn’t half so gruff as he pretended to be—and answered, grudgingly,

  “Well, come in, if you must, an’ I’ll find out if Mrs. Martin will see you.”

  With a sudden gleam of joy in his eyes, Theodore slipped in.

  “Come along!” Brown called over his shoulder, and the boy followed to the housekeeper’s sitting-room. The door of the room stood open, and Mrs. Martin sat by the window with a newspaper in her hand. She glanced up over her spectacles as Brown’s tall figure appeared at the door.

  “Mrs. Martin, this boy says he wants to see you,” he announced, and then sauntered indifferently away to his own quarters.