CHAPTER V

A CALL FOR HELP “It’s lucky for you that you’re an old man, Brewster Gale,” exclaimed Ted, “or I’d give you something that you’d remember as long as you lived.” “You have already,” returned Gale bitterly. “You’ve put my sons in jail.” “They put themselves there because they were thieves and near murderers,” replied Ted. “They nearly killed my father and mother.” “Your father and mother,” sneered Gale. “It ill bespeaks you to talk of jail when your real father died there.” Ted went white, and before the look in his …