Little Frank was a terrified witness of this scene. "What are they doing to you, papa?" he asked. "They are bad men." In spite of his fortitude the outlaw showed traces of emotion. "That is my little son," he said to the lieutenant commanding. "He shall be taken care of. Do not be anxious about him." "There is an old colored woman here--Juba," went on the outlaw. "The boy is used to her. If possible let them be together." Under a strong guard the famous robbers were carried to jail, and the cave which had been for years their meeting place was dismantled and was never again used for a criminal resort. When Ernest read the story his feelings were mixed. He rejoiced that the outlaws were taken, but he felt a sympathy for little Frank, and understood what a shock it must be to the father and son to be separated. He learned where Frank was and called upon him. He had been taken to his own home by the leader of the raiding force. When he entered the room where Frank sat disconsolately at the window the little fellow uttered a cry of joy. "Is it you, Ernest?" he said, running forward. "I thought I should never see you again." Ernest stooped over and kissed him. "You see I am here," he said. "What made you go away? Why didn't you tell me you were going?" "I will tell you some time, Frank." "Why did those bad men take papa away?" "I do not think you would understand. Where is Juba?" "She is in the kitchen. I will call her." Juba came in and seemed pleased to see Ernest. "I have got a letter for you, honey," she said, fumbling in her pocket. She brought out a yellow envelope. It was directed to Ernest. The contents ran thus: Now that misfortune has come upon me my chief thought is for my boy. Whatever befalls me I want him cared for. You are scarcely more than a stranger to me, but when you were in the cave you seemed to love Frank. Poor boy, he will stand in need of some friend who loves him. So far as you can, will you be his friend and guardian? He has some property--a few thousand dollars--which you will hold in trust for him. It is not stolen property. It was left him by his mother. Call upon Mr. Samuel Hardy, a lawyer in Lee's Falls, and he will make over to you the custody of the money, and look upon you as the authorized guardian of Frank. You know my wish that he should be sent to a good school and properly educated. Will you carry out my wishes in that respect? I do not wish to tie you down, but wherever you may go keep up an active interest in my boy, and from time to time write to him. I do not know what my fate may be. I am not a coward, and shall not complain or beg for mercy. When you speak of me to Frank in after years, always paint me at my best, and let him understand that at least I loved him. James Fox. P.S.--Should Frank die before maturity I desire that his property should go to you.