Harry gave his assent.

"Well, I want ye to be thar, ahead o' me, and then I'll tell ye jest
what I'm a goin' to do, and jest what I want to have ye do."

"Yes, sir."

"Now mind, ye mustn't know me when I'm about the house, and mustn't tell
anybody you've seed me, and I mustn't know you. Now ye leave all the
rest to Jim Fenton, yer pa's old friend. Don't ye begin to feel a little
better now?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can kiss me again, if ye want to. I didn't mean to choke ye off.
That was all in fun, ye know."

Harry kissed him, and then Jim said: "Now make tracks for yer old
boardin'-house. I'll be along bimeby."

The boy started upon a brisk run, and Jim still sat upon the stone
watching him until he disappeared somewhere among the angles of the
tumble-down buildings that constituted the establishment.

"Well, Jim Fenton," he said to himself, "ye've been spilin' fur
somethin' to do fur somebody. I guess ye've got it, and not a very small
job neither."

Then he shouldered his pack, took up his rifle, looked up at the cloudy