"It isn"t his cow. She belongs to me. I had her from the time she was a little calf, and I"ve a right to sell her."
"Oh, yes, I remember now. Well, I hope you get a good price for her."
"I"ll get as much as I can."
"Want me to go along?"
"You can go along if you wish."
"All right, I haven"t anything else to do for a while."
"But I want to tell you one thing, Sam. Can you keep a secret?"
"Can I? Try me and see."
"You won"t tell a soul?"
"I"ll give you my word. But what"s up?"
"I"m not coming back."
"What!"
"It"s a fact."
"Do you mean that you are going to run away?"
"That"s the plain English of it, Sam. I"m tired of living with my uncle.
He doesn"t treat me fairly."
"I believe that. My father thinks he is the meanest man in the State of Ohio."
"Well, I don"t know about that, but he is pretty mean, I can tell you that. I"m not going to stand it any longer."
"Where are you going?"
"I don"t know yet. Most likely to one of the big cities. Somehow, I think I could do better in a city than on a farm."
"Do you? Now I think a country boy has no show in a big city. He don"t know the ways, and he is sure to get cheated out of his eyes--so my father says."
"They won"t cheat me," said Nat, decidedly.
"Father says every big city is full of sharpers, on the watch for greenies."
"Well, they shan"t catch me for a greeny," answered Nat.
Alas for poor Nat! Little did he dream of what was in store for him, and of the little trap into which he was to fall as soon as he arrived in New York City.
CHAPTER IV
ABNER BALBERRY"S DISCOVERY
"Nat!"
Abner Balberry uttered the name in a loud, clear voice and waited fully a minute for an answer.
"Nat!" he repeated. "I want you to answer me, do you hear? Nat!"
Still there was no reply, and now, in some alarm, Abner Balberry turned back into his bedchamber and donned part of his clothing.
"If that boy is moving around this house I"m goin" to know it," he murmured to himself, as he felt his way toward Nat"s room. Coming to the door, he threw it open and took a step toward the bed.
As we already know, it was empty. The discovery was something of a shock to the farmer and for the moment he stood stock-still, gazing at the bed and feeling under the covers to make certain that his nephew was not really there.
"Gone!" he muttered at last. "He must be downstairs. More"n likely he went down to git somethin" to eat. Wait till I catch him! I"ll tan him well!"
Hoping to catch Nat unawares, he tiptoed his way down the stairs and entered the living room. Then he pa.s.sed to the kitchen and the shed, and came back to peer into the parlor. Not a trace of the lad was to be found anywhere.
"I certainly heard him," he reasoned. "I certainly did."
"Mr. Balberry!" The call came from the housekeeper. "Are you up?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, all right."
"But it ain"t all right! Nat"s up too."
"Is he down there with you?"
"No, I don"t know at all where he is. I"m a-lookin" fer him."
By this time Mrs. Felton"s curiosity was aroused and she lost no time in slipping on her wrapper. When she came down she brought with her a lamp.
"Where do you suppose he went?" she asked.
"How do I know?" snarled Abner Balberry.
The housekeeper happened to glance into the pantry. She was about to utter an exclamation, but checked herself.
"What did you say, Mrs. Felton?"
"I--I didn"t say anything."
"He ain"t in there, is he?"