"No," he said, "that is impossible, young man. But you need give
yourself no uneasiness--Mr. Rushton is only a little out of sorts. You
will find him quite well to-morrow. Return home now. There is your
rifle."

These words were uttered with so much decision, that Verty made no
further objection.

"Well," he said, with his thoughtful smile, "I'm very sorry Mr.
Rushton is sick, but I'm glad I can go and hunt some for _ma mere_.
Must I go now, sir?"

"Yes, and come early to-morrow, there's some work; and besides, your
measure for the clothes must be taken."

Verty nodded indifferently, and taking up his rifle, went out,
followed by Longears.




CHAPTER XV.

THE PEDLAR AND THE NECKLACE.


Verty mounted Cloud again, and set forward toward Apple Orchard. That
place very soon rose upon his sight, and riding up to the house Verty
encountered the good-humored Squire, who was just coming in from the