"You're not Cronk's son," he said; "you're mine!... God! Ann, you'll never know just how I feel toward you and Horace. You've made me your life debtor; but, of course--of course, I didn't know, did I?" Then, startled by a new thought, he realized Floyd. "But my girl!" "Horace has gone for her," Ann cried. "And I will follow him," groaned Vandecar. "Horace--and he could not interest me in my own babies! If I'd helped him, my little girl wouldn't have been taken away!" In the man's breakdown, Ann's calm disappeared. Unable to restrain her tears, she fluttered about, first to Floyd, then to his father, kissing the boy again and again, assuring and reassuring the governor. "Just remember," she whispered, bending over the sobbing man, "Horace loves her better than anything in the world. Listen, Floyd! He's going to marry her. Don't you think he'll do everything in his power to save her?... Don't--don't sob that way!" Of a sudden Vandecar leaped to his feet. Brushing a lock of white hair from his damp brow, he turned to Floyd. "Before I do anything else, I must take you to your mother." "But ain't ye goin' for Flea?" demanded Floyd. "Of course, I am going for my girl," cried Vandecar, "as fast as a train can take me!" He turned suddenly and placed his firm hands on the boy's shoulders. "Before I take you upstairs, boy, listen to me! You've a little mother, a sick little mother who has mourned you and your sister for years. I'm going to leave her with you while I'm gone for your sister. Your mother is ill, and--and needs you!" Still more interested in his absent sister than in his newly found parent, Floyd put in: "I'll do anything ye say, if ye'll go for Flea." Ann touched the father's arm gently. "Come upstairs now." * * * * * Mrs. Vandecar was alone when her husband entered. She was sitting near the window, her eyes pensive and sad. The governor advanced a step, thrusting back the desire to blurt out the truth. The woman glanced into his eyes, and the change there brought her to her feet. Her face paled, and she put out her slender, trembling hands. "There's something the matter, Floyd.... What's--what's happened?... I heard the bell ring." In an instant he crushed her to him, and in an agitated voice whispered gently: "Darling, can you stand very good news--very, very good news, indeed?... No, no; if you tremble like that, I sha'n't tell you. It's only when you promise me--" "I promise, I promise, Floyd! Is it anything about our--our children?" "Yes--I have found them!" How many times for lesser things had she fainted! How many hours had she lain too weak to speak! He expected her now to evince her frail spirit. He felt her shiver, felt her muscles tighten, until she seemed to grow taller as he held her. Then she drooped a little, as if afraid. Dazedly she brushed back her tumbled hair, her eyes flashing past him in the direction of the door. "Bring--bring them--to--me!" she breathed.