CHAPTER NINETEEN.
HOW HAWKESBURY PUT IN AN APPEARANCE AT HAWK STREET.
When I woke in the morning and called to mind Jack's confidence of the night before, I could hardly believe I had not dreamt it.
I had always guessed, and I dare say the reader has guessed too, that there was some mystery attached to my friend's home.

But I had never thought of this.

No wonder now, when other boys had tormented him and called him "gaol-bird," he had flared up with unwonted fire.

No wonder he had always shrunk from any reference to that unhappy home.

But why had he told me all about it now?
I could almost guess the reason.