Page.
"Is he well? Does he know that I am looking for him?"
"I have hinted to him," Prescott answered, "that he is not the
son of the man whom he has grown up to regard as his father.
I have told him that you were looking for him, and-----"
"Oh, my boy!" cried Mr. Page. "Was he pleased---or even curious?"
Prescott swallowed hard, twice, and did some rapid thinking, ere
he went on, with all faces turned toward him:
"Mr. Page, if this boy turns out to be your son-----"
"Describe him to me---minutely!" ordered the father.
Dick fell into a personal description of Tag Mosher. Others,
as they now watched Mr. Page closely, felt that Tag must be his
son. The description, as to complexion, features, hair and eyes,
all tallied closely with Mr. Page's own appearance.
"Now, don't keep me in suspense any longer," begged Mr. Page.
"Take me to him, that I may help decide for myself."
"If he is your son, sir," Dick went on solemnly, and hating his
task, "I am much afraid that you are going to be disappointed
in him. The boy is known as Tag Mosher. He believes a dissolute,
drunken, thieving fellow named Bill Mosher, who is now in jail,
to be his father. Tag is himself a wild young savage of the
forest, and maintains himself by st---poaching.
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