"How?"
"I guess I won"t tell you now; but if you will come down here to-night at eleven o"clock I will let you into the whole thing."
"Eleven o"clock! I can"t come at that time. We all go to bed at eight o"clock."
"Get up and come."
"I can do that; but perhaps Mr. Nason will persuade the overseers not to send me to Jacob Wire"s."
"I"m glad I didn"t tell you, then. But promise me this, Harry: that, whatever happens, you"ll hold your tongue."
"I will, Ben."
"And if Nason don"t get you off, be here at eleven o"clock. Put on your best clothes, and take everything you want with you."
"Going to run away?"
"I didn"t say so."
Ben made him promise again to be secret, and they separated. Harry had an idea of what his companion intended, and the scheme solved all his doubts. It was a practicable scheme of resistance, and he returned to the poorhouse, no longer fearful of the impending calamity.
CHAPTER III
IN WHICH HARRY LEAVES THE POORHOUSE, AND TAKES TO THE RIVER
When Harry reached the poorhouse, Mr. Nason was absent, and one of the paupers told him that he had taken the horse and wagon. He conjectured that the keeper had gone to see the other overseers, to intercede with them in his behalf. He did not feel as much interest in the mission as he had felt two hours before, for Ben Stuart had provided a remedy for his grievances, which he had fully decided to adopt.
It was nearly sunset before Mr. Nason returned; and when he came his looks did not seem to indicate a favorable issue. Harry helped him unharness the horse, and as he led him into the barn the keeper opened the subject.
"I have been to see the other overseers, Harry," he began, in tones which seemed to promise nothing hopeful.
"I thought likely you had gone."
"As I supposed, they are all afraid of Squire Walker. They daresn"t say their souls are their own."
"Then I must go to Jacob Wire"s."
"The other overseers declare, if the squire says so, you must."
"It is a hard case, Mr. Nason," replied Harry, not much disappointed at the result.
"I know it is, Harry. Perhaps you might try the place, and then, if you found you couldn"t stand it we might make another trial to get you off."
"I don"t want to go there, anyhow. I should like to help duck the squire in the horse pond."
"Well, Harry, I have done all I can for you," continued Mr. Nason, seating himself on a keg on the barn floor. "I wish I could help you."
"You have been very good to me, Mr. Nason. I shall always remember you as the best friend I ever had," replied Harry, the tears streaming down his sun-browned cheeks.
"Never mind that, Harry; don"t cry."
"I can"t help it; you have been so good to me, that I hate to leave you," blubbered Harry.
"I am sorry you must leave us; we shall miss you about the place, and I wish it was so that you could stay. But what makes it ten times worse is the idea of your going to Jacob Wire"s."
"Mr. Nason," said Harry, dashing down his tears, and looking earnestly at the keeper, "I have made up my mind that I won"t go to Wire"s anyhow."
"I don"t blame you; but I don"t see how you can fight the squire. He carries too many guns for you, or for me, either, for that matter. I have been thinking of something, Harry, though I suppose, if I should speak it out loud, it would be as much as my place here is worth."
"I have been thinking of something, too," continued Harry, with a good deal of emphasis.
"What?"
"I can"t tell even you."
Mr. Nason, sympathizing deeply with his young friend, did not attempt to obtain any knowledge whose possession might be inconvenient to him.
He was disposed to help the boy escape the fate in store for him; but at the same time, having a family to support, he did not wish to lose his situation, though, if the emergency had demanded it, he would probably have been willing to make even this sacrifice.
"I was thinking, Harry, how astonished the squire would be, when he comes over in the morning to take you to Jacob Wire"s, if he should not happen to find you here."
"I dare say he would," answered Harry, with a meaning smile.
"By the way, have you heard from Charles Smith lately? You know he went to Boston last spring, and they say he has got a place, and is doing first rate there."
The keeper smiled as he spoke, and Harry understood him as well as though he had spoken out the real thought that was in his mind.
"I suppose others might do as he has done."
"No doubt of it."
Mr. Nason took from his pocket the large shot bag purse, in which he kept his change, and picked out four quarters.
"Here, Harry, take these; when you get over to Wire"s, money will keep you from starving. It will almost anywhere, for that matter."
"How good you are!" exclaimed Harry, as he took the four quarters.
"You have been a father to me, and one of these days I shall be able to pay you this money back again."
"Don"t trouble yourself about that. Keep it; and I wish I had a hundred times as much to give you."
"I shall never forget you, Mr. Nason. I shall be a man one of these days, and we shall meet again."
The supper bell rang, and they separated. Harry felt the spirit of a man stirring within him. He felt that the world had cast him off, and refused him a home, even in the poorhouse. He was determined to push his way through life like a hero, and he nerved himself to meet whatever hardships and trials might be apportioned to him.
After supper he went to his room, gathered up the few articles of clothing which const.i.tuted his wardrobe, and tying them up in a bundle, concealed them in a hollow stump back of the barn.