Next he was moved to a rocking-chair by the window, and at last he was carried into the sitting-room and laid on the lounge--the same lounge on which Frank had lain, months before, when he told them what a wicked boy he had been.
Now the same Frank, but yet an entirely different Frank, sat beside him, and held his hand, and looked lovingly down into his face.

Each of them had saved the other's life, and their love for each other was greater than that of brothers.

Mark had been told of how Frank had gone down into the "sink hole" after him, and stayed there in the cold, rushing water while he was drawn to the top, but he could remember nothing of it.

He only remembered the star, and of praying that he might live to see the sunlight.
How happy they all were when the invalid took his first walk out-of-doors, leaning on Frank, and stopping many times to rest.

The air was heavy with the scent of myriads of flowers, and the very birds seemed glad to see him, and sang their loudest and sweetest to welcome him.
After this he improved in strength rapidly, and was soon able to ride as far as the mill, and to float on the river in the canoe, with Frank to paddle it; but still his parents were very anxious about him.