She had caught a glimpse through the trees of the man, who resembled more than ever a scarecrow in his crazy makeshift garments! and at the sight of him her heart unaccountably skipped a beat. Her thoughts had not gone beyond this moment. Strangely enough all her energy had been concentrated upon reaching the man before he disappeared. But now that they had succeeded so far she was at a loss what to do next. But at that moment she inadvertently stepped on a dry twig that snapped sharply under her foot, and at the sound the man had turned fiercely, like an animal at bay. Then he wheeled about and made as though to flee for the shelter of the woods. In this emergency Betty followed impulse. She ran out into the open, calling to him wildly that his sons were alive. Not to run away, because his sons were safe and well. They were coming to him!! The pitiful wreck of a man paused in his flight as the import of the words seemed to sink into his befuddled brain, but he turned upon the Little Captain a look of ferocious hatred that would have terrified a less courageous girl than Betty. But her whole heart was in her mission, and she had utterly forgotten herself. “Won’t you please believe me?” she said, advancing toward him, hands outstretched pleadingly. “I know what I’m talking about. Your sons, Arnold and Jimmy!!” As though the names of his boys had released some cord in his brain, the man cried out hoarsely: “Jimmy and Arnold! my sons, my little boys!” Then, turning fiercely to Betty, he cried: “You’re not lying to me, are you? Because I’ll throw you into the river! I’ll cut you into little pieces!” As the man advanced menacingly, Grace screamed and Mollie ran forward with some wild idea of protecting her chum, but Betty waved them back. “I’m not lying to you,” she told the crazy man, looking straight into his glaring eyes. “Your boys were wounded, but not seriously, and they sailed a few days ago for this country on a hospital ship. They want to see you more than anything else in the world,” she added, playing on the sudden softness that had crept into his wild eyes. “And they sent their love to their dad.” At sound of the old loving name all the fight went out of the old man and he sank to his knees on the grass, sobbing horribly. They let him alone for a moment, then Betty motioned to Mollie, and together they lifted him to his feet. The sight of his tear-stained, unkempt old face, creased and lined with suffering, but with the wildness gone out of the eyes, stirred a profound pity in the girls and they wished more than anything in the world to make him happy again.