He was sitting in a sunny spot right in front of the house.
His thick beard had been removed, and his face was very pale after his
illness. Rod recognised him in an instant, and it was with difficulty
that he kept back a cry of astonishment. With fast-beating heart he
rushed into Whyn's room, much to the girl's surprise, for he was in the
habit of entering quietly.
"Why, Rod, what's the matter?" she inquired.
"You look half frightened to death."
"It's him, Whyn!" he exclaimed. "I'm sure of it."
"Who is it? What do you mean?" the girl asked. "Sit down, and be
sensible."
"He's the very man who was knocked down and robbed in the city, Whyn."
"What man?"
"Jimmy. He's out there. His whiskers are all off, and I knew him the
instant I got my eyes on him."
"Does the captain know that?" Whyn questioned, after a moment's
thought. "Isn't it strange that Jimmy should have been helped twice by
our troop? How delighted Captain Josh will be."
"You tell him, Whyn," Rod suggested. "He ought to know, but if I say
anything it will seem like boasting. It was only our good turn, and we
are not supposed to say anything about what we do."
Whyn had no scruples, however, and that very afternoon she spoke to the
captain.
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