It"s all for your good."
"No, you don"t," replied Noddy. "You can"t cheat me."
"We don"t want to cheat you. We are only sent to find you. We will not arrest you."
"I know better. You can"t fool me. I heard Squire Wriggs say he wanted to take me up to the court-house; and you don"t catch me near no court-house. I know what you mean."
"You are mistaken, my boy. Come down, and I will tell you all about it."
"When I do, you let me know," replied Noddy, who felt so secure from arrest in his present quarters that he expressed his mind with perfect freedom.
"We promise not to arrest you," persisted the constable who did the talking. "We have been looking for you all day."
"You may look another day, if you like," added the defiant refugee. "You want me for setting fire to the boat-house; but I am not to blame, if I did do it."
"We don"t know anything about the boat-house; Squire Wriggs has a lot of money for you."
"You can"t catch an old bird in any such trap as that," answered Noddy, shaking his head significantly.
The officers used all their powers of persuasion to induce him to come down; but Noddy, satisfied that they had been sent by Squire Wriggs, was fully persuaded that they were trying to deceive him. The story about a "lot of money" for a poor boy like him, who had not a friend in the world, was too absurd, in his estimation, to be entertained for a moment. He had heard the squire speak to Mr. Grant about thirty thousand dollars; but such a sum was beyond his comprehension. He did not believe any man, not even the owner of Woodville, had so much money; and of course it was nothing to him.
The constables got out of patience at last; and though they showed no signs of anger or malice, they exhibited an intention to catch him, which was much worse. One of them commenced the ascent of the pole in the centre of the tent. The circus people, who seemed to be in full sympathy with Noddy, remained neutral, for the intruders were officers of the law, and it was not prudent to oppose them.
Noddy perceived the object of his pursuers, and grasping one of the tent-ropes, he scrambled up to the very apex of the canvas structure, and crawled through the aperture around the pole. From this point he slid down to the short poles, and then dropped upon the ground, before the man in the ring could pa.s.s round to the outside of the tent. Dodging under the curtains, he reached the place which served as a dressing-room. Removing his "trunks," he hurried on his clothes, and rushed out into the open air again.
His persecutors were not in sight, and he did not lose a moment in putting a safe distance between himself and them. Precisely as a well-educated duck or other water-fowl would have done, he hastened to the river, as his most natural element. He had made a complete circuit of the town in his flight. He did not dare to show himself to a living being; for it seemed to him just as though the whole country was after him. When he reached the river, he sat down on the bank, exhausted by his efforts and by the excitement of the afternoon.
"I reckon I"ve got about circus enough," said he to himself,--for there was no one else to whom he could say it. "That Whippleby is worse than a heathen. I don"t like any of them."
He rubbed his legs, which were not yet done smarting; and the pain seemed to be an emphatic protest against circuses in general, and the "Great Olympian Circus" in particular. But whether he liked the circus or not, it was no longer safe for him to remain with the company. He had taken "French leave" of the manager, and had cheated him out of the tights which enveloped his body from neck to heels. This thought reminded him that they did not feel at all comfortable, and he wished the manager had his own again.
Having abandoned the circus profession in disgust, he wondered what he should do next. It was useless for him to stay in the vicinity of Woodville; and the only safe plan for him to adopt was, to go away to some other part of the country, or go to sea at once. He could not tolerate the idea of leaving without letting Bertha know where he was.
The officers were on his track, and he could not hope always to escape them. The court-house was terrible, and prompt action was necessary.
He must have a sight of Bertha, even if he did not speak to her; and at the risk of being captured, he determined to stay in the neighborhood of Woodville till the next morning. Near the place where he sat there was a skiff moored to the bank. He hauled it in, and took up the oars. He did not mean to steal it, only to borrow it till the next morning. With this comfortable reflection he cast off the painter, and pulled over to the other side of the river.
It was now quite late in the evening. He had not eaten any supper, and, like other boys, he was always hungry at meal times. He wanted something to eat; and it occurred to him that there were generally some crackers and cheese in the locker of the Greyhound, and he rowed down to her moorings. He found what he wanted there, and made a hearty supper. He was satisfied then, and soon went to sleep in the stern-sheets of the sail-boat.
Fortunately for him he waked up about daylight, and was not seen by any of the early risers at Woodville. Appropriating the rest of the crackers and cheese for his breakfast, he got into the skiff and rowed up to the Glen, where he hoped, in the course of the forenoon, to see Bertha.
CHAPTER VIII.
GOOD-BYE TO WOODVILLE.
Bertha often walked to the Glen before breakfast, and Noddy expected to find her there on the present occasion. As she did not appear, he followed the path toward Woodville, and actually reached the lawn which surrounded the mansion before he thought of the danger he incurred. But it was breakfast time in the servants" quarters, and he was not seen.
Keeping on the outskirts of the lawn, where he could make good his retreat in case of necessity, he walked nearly around to the pier, and was so fortunate as to discover Bertha at the turn of a winding path, near his route. The sight of her filled him with emotion, and brought to his mind the remembrance of the many happy days he had spent in her presence. He could hardly restrain the tears which the thought of leaving the place brought to his eyes, though Noddy was not given to the feminine custom of weeping.
"Miss Bertha," said he, as she approached the spot where he stood.
She started back with alarm; but he stepped forward from the concealment of the bushes, and with a smile of pleasure she recognized him.
"Why, Noddy, is that you?" said she, walking towards the spot where he stood.
"It"s me, Miss Bertha; but I suppose you don"t want to see me now."
"I am very glad to see you. What did you go away for?"
"Because they were going to put me in the court-house."
"In the court-house!" exclaimed Bertha, who was better acquainted with legal affairs than her pupil.
"Yes, for setting the boat-house afire."
"I don"t think they intended to take you to the court-house."
"O, I know they did. I have had two constables after me; but I got away from them. Besides, I heard Squire Wriggs say they were going to take me to the court-house. I heard him say so myself."
"Perhaps it is so," said Bertha, musing. "Squire Wriggs came to see father yesterday morning. They went out together, and were speaking of you as they left the house."
"I"m glad you didn"t have anything to do with it," said Noddy, delighted to find that Bertha was not one of his persecutors.
Then, with the utmost simplicity, and apparently with the feeling that he was a persecuted youth, he told her everything that had occurred from the time he first saw Mr. Grant and Squire Wriggs on the lawn.
"I don"t know what my father"s plans are," said Bertha, sadly; "but he thinks it is no longer safe to permit you to roam about the place. He is afraid you will set the house on fire, or do some other terrible thing."
"But I wouldn"t, Miss Bertha," protested Noddy.
"Why did you do such a wicked thing?"
"I couldn"t help it."
"Yes, you could, Noddy. That"s only making a bad matter worse. Of course you could help setting a building on fire."
"It wasn"t my fault, Miss Bertha," stammered he; "I can"t explain it now--perhaps some time I may; and when you understand it, you won"t think so bad of me."
"If there is anything about it I don"t know, why don"t you tell me?"
added Bertha, mystified by his strange remark.
"I can"t say anything now. Please don"t ask me anything about it, Miss Bertha. I"m not half so much to blame as you think I am; but I set the fire, and they are after me for it. They have used all sorts of tricks to catch me; but I"m not going into any court-house, or any tinker"s shop."
"What tricks do you mean?"
"They said they had a lot of money for me, and that Squire Wriggs wouldn"t do me any harm."