The landlady soon showed herself, and said she could let Nat have a hall room for fifty cents. To the boy"s notion this seemed rather high.
"I can"t take less," said Mrs. O"Hara, firmly.
"Very well; I"ll take the room for to-night," answered Nat. "Can I put my bundle up there now?"
"To be sure."
Fortunately for Nat, the room proved clean and well-kept, and the bed was better than the one he had used at the farm. Tired out, the boy slept soundly until seven o"clock, when he lost no time in dressing and going below.
"Will you want the room again to-night, Mr. Nason?" asked the landlady.
"I don"t think so," answered Nat. It made him feel a foot taller to be addressed as Mr. Nason. "If I want it, I"ll let you know by supper time."
"Very well."
With his bundle under his arm, Nat left the house, and walked down the street toward one of the main thoroughfares of Cleveland. Then he stopped at a restaurant for breakfast.
"Now, I"ve got to make up my mind what to do," he told himself. "Maybe I had better go back to the depot and see about a train and the fare to New York."
After making several false turns, the boy found his way to the depot, and there hunted up the ticket office, and procured a time-table. He was just looking into the time-table when he felt a heavy hand placed on his shoulder.
"So I"ve found you, have I?" came harshly from Abner Balberry. "You young rascal, what do you mean by runnin" away?"
CHAPTER VI
NAT ON LAKE ERIE
Nat was so completely astonished by the unexpected appearance of his uncle and guardian, that for the moment he did not know what to say or do.
"Thought you was goin" to run away, didn"t you?" continued Abner Balberry, with a gleam of triumph in his small eyes.
"Let go of me," answered Nat, trying to pull away.
"I ain"t a-goin" to, Nat Nason. You"re a-goin" back with me, an" on the next train."
"I"m not going back, Uncle Abner."
"What!"
"I said I"m not going back, so there," repeated Nat, desperately. "You don"t treat me half decently, and I"m going to strike out for myself."
"Jest to hear the boy! You are a-goin" back. Nice doin"s, I must say!
What did you mean by trying to burn down the barn?"
"Burn down the barn?"
"That"s wot I said."
"I never burned down any barn. Is the barn burned down?"
"No; because I put out the fire."
"When was this?"
"You know well enough."
"I don"t know a word about it, Uncle Abner."
"You set the barn afire."
"Never!"
"You did! An" you"ve got to go back."
"Uncle Abner, I never set fire to a thing," gasped Nat. "I left because you worked me to death, and because you wouldn"t let me have my supper.
After this, I"m going to earn my own living in my own way."
"You"re goin" back," snarled the farmer.
For answer, Nat gave a sudden jerk and pulled himself from his uncle"s grasp. Then he started to run from the depot at his best speed.
"Hi! stop!" yelled the farmer. "Stop thet boy. I"m his guardian, and he is runnin" away from me."
The cry was taken up on all sides, and soon a crowd of a dozen men and boys were in pursuit of Nat, who by this time had reached the street.
Nat had always been fleet of foot, and now a new fear lent strength to his flying feet. He was accused of setting fire to the barn! Perhaps his uncle would have him arrested and sent to prison.
"He shan"t do it," he muttered. "I must get away, somehow."
Down one street after another went poor Nat, with the crowd behind him growing steadily larger. Some thought they were after a thief, and some a murderer, and soon two policemen joined in the chase.
Coming to an alley way, Nat darted through it to a side street, and then around a corner to a thoroughfare leading down to the docks. This threw the crowd off the trail for a moment, and gave him a brief breathing spell.
Reaching the docks fronting the lake, the boy came to a halt. Not far off was a steamboat, getting ready to cast off.
"Where does that boat go to?" he asked of a man standing near.
"That"s the boat for Buffalo," was the answer.
"And when does she leave?"
"She is getting ready to leave now."
"Then that"s the boat I want," came from Nat, and he rushed to the end of the dock, and up the gangplank with all speed. A moment later the gangplank was withdrawn, and the steamboat started on her trip down Lake Erie.