"Mr. Algarkirke, you quite forget I did not know where you were, and
the bank-note was not yours; so I sent it to grandfather to give it
back to the lady it really belonged to, and he has done it. You can
read his letter if you like."
"I rather think you had better before you thrash my Jack," observed Mr.
Treby dryly.
Jack pulled the letter out of his pocket and offered it to Algarkirke.
Zyl and his big brother eyed him whilst he read, like two young
bull-dogs preparing for a spring; but their indignation was somewhat
appeased when Algarkirke flung down the paper and grasped Jack's hand.
"Am I dreaming?" he demanded. "By what magic have you done all this?
Can it be true?"
"Why don't you read your own letter, Mr. Algarkirke?" retorted Jack.
"It came in grandfather's, as he says."
The bewildered schoolmaster obeyed.