"Oh, no. He has not yet fully recovered consciousness. But he will be pretty well in the morning, unless something unforeseen sets in. In the meanwhile he must be kept perfectly quiet. On no account must he be disturbed. One of the chambermaids will watch him during the night. I ventured to engage her as a sort of emergency nurse." "That's right," spoke Bart. "You can send the bill to me, doctor, and we'll pay for the nurse." "I'm sure that's very good of you," Dr. Smithers went on, "to take so much interest in a boy you never saw before, as I understand it." "Can't tell but we might want the same kind of help ourselves, some day," Frank remarked. "That's so," the physician agreed. "Well, now I believe I'll go. He'll get along all right I think, and I'll look in on him in the morning." Frank and Bart arranged to occupy the latter's bed that night, as it was a large one. As Frank went into his room, where the rescued boy was, to get some clean clothing for the morning, he saw the lad lying asleep, with the woman watching at the head of the bed. The gas was turned low, but a gleam from it struck on the cheek of the sleeper. As Frank passed close by the bed he looked down on the patient, and, as he did so, he started. For there, on the right cheek of the boy, was a small, but vivid red scar. Frank pointed to it, before he knew what he was doing. The nurse, seeing his gesture, looked up in alarm. "That mark!" whispered Frank. "Is it a cut? Did he fall and hurt himself?" "It's an old scar," the woman replied in a whisper. "I noticed it when I was giving him some medicine a while ago. Why?" "Nothing much; I thought it might be a cut," Frank replied as he hurried quietly from the room. He found Bart and Fenn discussing the finding of the boy. "Fellows," began Frank suddenly as he entered, "do you remember Mrs. Perry?" "You mean the woman whose place we stayed at over night out of the blizzard?" asked Bart. "That's it. Do you remember what she told us about her son William who was lost?" "Sure," answered Bart. "Didn't she say he had a scar or something on his face?" "A red scar on his right cheek," replied Bart. "Why?" "He's in there!" declared Frank. "Are you dreaming?" asked Bart incredulously. Then Frank told his chums what he had seen. "Of course there may be other boys besides William Perry with red scars on their right cheeks," he added, "but I'm sure this is the son of the widow, in the cabin in the woods. We can find out in the morning." "Why not now?" asked Fenn. "Doctor said he mustn't be disturbed," Frank replied. "We'll have to wait." In the morning the boy was much better. The doctor paid an early visit and pronounced him out of danger, but advised that he be kept in bed a day or so. "Now you chaps who rescued him had better go in and tell him all about it," the physician said as he came from the room. "He's all excited with curiosity as to how he got here."