at Jimmie told his story to the curious group that surrounded him.
His father, whom he had so strangely recovered, had been cashier of a city bank many years before, when Jimmie was a baby. Before that he had followed the sea for a time, and sailor fashion, he had had tattooed on his arms his own initials,鈥擧. R., Horace Ransom,鈥攁nd the initials 鏉窞鍝佽尪缇や笂璇?of Jimmie鈥檚 mother,鈥擜. S., Anna Seagrim. There came a day when shortage was discovered in the bank and Jimmie鈥檚 father, wrongfully suspected, fled to Canada rather than face the chance of
being convicted, as he knew that had happened to many another innocent man.
Beyond the fact that he had gone to the Canadian Rockies, then a wilder region even than they are to-day, Jimmie鈥檚 mother knew nothing. Time went on and it was found out that Horace Ransom was innocent, but he could not be found. Jimmie鈥檚 mother fell ill and died, but before she passed away she left a paper with her son describing the marks on his father鈥檚 arm and where he had last been heard of.
Jimmie was too young to understand what it all meant then. He was sent to an orphans鈥?home, but ran away as soon as he was old enough to make his escape. He drifted about, selling newspapers, performing with circuses and doing many other things, but all the time he clung to the 鏉窞妗戞嬁鐖?precious bit of paper his mother had entrusted to him. Jimmie鈥檚 one ambition had been to find his father if he were alive, and to make him happy. He saved and scrimped and at last got money enough together for railroad fares back to the States for his father and himself. But he had, as we know, to make his way to the 鏉窞涓嶆瑙勭殑瓒虫荡搴?Rockies without financial assistance, traveling as best he could.
The boys鈥?stories of the wild man had worked on his imagination and a feeling that the man might be his father had come to possess him. But, of course, he had no proof of the matter till he knelt at the bedside of the raving man and saw the tattoo marks. Such, in brief, was Jimmie鈥檚 strange story.
With this, our party had to be content for the time being, and leaving Jimmie with the neighborhood doctor at Bill Dawkins鈥?hut, they went down the trail to pitch camp at the Big Bend. They decided to remain at this place at least until Jimmie鈥檚 new-found father was out of danger and his plans for the future were made.
Some days later Mr. Ransom rallied enough 鏉窞spa鐢峰瓙浼氭墍 to talk haltingly,鈥攁nd to Jimmie鈥檚 joy he talked rationally! The surgeon in attendance declared that, as is not altogether unusual, the sudden blow on the head had 鏉窞娌瑰帇璁哄潧鍚?restored the man鈥檚 senses. He felt assured that some particularly severe experience during Mr. Ransom鈥檚 years of loneliness and hardship in the Rockies had deprived him temporarily of his mental poise, and that he had been subject to periods
What the crucial strain was, no one could discover. He seemed very uncertain when questioned about his past and apparently was unable to relate one incident to another as he recalled them.
It was left for Jimmie, who could hardly be tempted to leave his father鈥檚 bedside, by day or nig