“Yes; you are the guardian of my brother’s child.”
“Yes.”
“Is he alive? Is he well?”
“Yes.”
“Will you bring him here before I die?”
“I will. I cannot refuse the request of a dying man.” Ernest brought Frank to the bedside of his dying uncle. It was a sad interview. Frank was moved, but John Fox, seeing him strong, handsome, robust, felt comforted.
“He at least has profited by the fate that overtook his father and myself. I shall die content, for I leave him in good hands. Don’t let him think too hardly of us!”
“I will not. So far as I can compass it, his future life shall be happy.”
The dying outlaw reached out his hand and pressed Ernest’s gratefully. A day later he was dead.
THE END