"You're always full of ideas, Laura," the boy said admiringly. "I've been raking my poor nut back and forth and crossways, without getting a glimmer of an idea how to help him. He says if we can show him how to find his memory, he'll do all he can for Purt," Billy added wistfully. "You are very anxious to help Prettyman Sweet, aren't you, Billy?" suggested the girl of Central High as she rose to go. "You bet I am." "Why? You boys never thought much of him before, you know." Billy flushed, but he stuck to his guns. "I tell you," he said, "we never gave Purt a fair deal, I guess. He's all right. He isn't like Chet, or Lance, or Reddy Butts, or the rest of the fellows, but there's good parts to Purt." "You think he has proved himself a better fellow than you thought before?" "You bet!" said Billy vigorously. "He's been mighty nice to me; and I always was playing jokes on him, and--Aw! when a fellow lies like I do in bed and has so much time to think, he gets on to himself," added the boy gruffly. "Sending dead fish to other fellows isn't such a smart joke after all." "I am going to see your friend, the Alaskan miner, now," the girl said, squeezing the boy's hand understandingly. "If you find out some way of jogging his memory, I'd like to be in on it," Billy cried. "You shall," promised Laura, as she tripped away. By this time Laura was so well known at the hospital that nobody stopped her from going to the unknown man's private room where he was now established with his particular nurse. He hailed the girl's appearance almost as gladly as Billy Long had done. "Your bright young faces make you high-school girls--and the boys, of course--as welcome as can be," he said. "I'd like to do something when I get out of this hospital in return for all your kindness to me. But if I can't get a grip on what and who I am----" "I have thought of a way by which we may help you to that," interjected Laura. "You know, you must have been doing something all these years since you won your fortune in Alaska." "Surely! But what became of my wealth? That is a hard question." "Perhaps we can help you find out what you have been doing. Then you will gradually remember it all. Have you those bank-notes they say you carried in your pocket when you were brought in?" "Why, they are in the hospital safe. I haven't had to use much of my money yet," he said, puzzled. "I want to look at that money--all of it," said Laura. "It is too late to-night, but to-morrow afternoon I will come with my brother, and I wish you would have those bank-notes here. I have an idea." "I'll do just as you say, Miss Laura," said the man. "But I don't understand----" "You will," she told him, laughing, as she hurried away.