Part 93 (2/2)

That evening as the express steamed into Paddington, and Ned met his master on the platform to say that the luggage was all right, the man seized the opportunity to whisper to Jack--

”Home again, sir! I say, what will they think of you there? They won't know you!”

”Not know me, Ned? Am I so much changed?”

”Changed, sir? What, don't you know it?”

”I--I think I'm stronger, Ned, and grown a little.”

”Why, sir, you're as strong and as big as me.”

”My cure, Jack!” said the doctor, shaking hands with him as they reached the old home. ”I say, Meadows, what am I to charge for this?--No: I'm paid already in the sight of my old friend's son.”

It's rather a hard thing to do, but it is to be done. I mean for three people to shake hands at once. These three--Sir John, the doctor, and Jack Meadows--did in self-congratulation at being safe and sound at home.

It is done like this--No, you can find that out yourselves.

THE END.

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