All this Tom suffered without interruption, stirring neither head nor foot all the time.
"Now, good-bye," said Jim, rising; "don't get to think you have no friends." The man fidgeted impatiently, and next moment Jim was out in the gallery.
"What's that man's name ?" he inquired of the turnkey.
"Dykes; and I tell you what, Mr Halliday, he--" "Open this door, please, my man," interrupted Jim, by way of cutting him short.
During the week which followed Jim was restless and out of spirits.

He seemed unable to settle down to anything, and it was evident his heart was ill at ease--why, it was easy to guess.

He had found Tom Drift, and there was a chance of rescuing him.

But how to do it?
How to approach one who was ashamed of his own name, and who repelled with an oath every offer of help?
Long and earnestly did my master think over the matter.

He also wrote a long letter to Charlie, telling him all, and promising to do all that could be done for the poor prodigal.