"I should think so," said Mr. Loudon; "but the boys--I am sure about
Harry--understand their business, to that extent, at least. I don't
apprehend any accidents of that kind."

Kate was just about to ask her father if he feared accidents of any
kind, when a shout was heard from the negroes by the roadside.

"Dar dey come!" sang out half-a-dozen voices, and, sure enough, there
was the wagon slowly turning an angle of the road, with the mounted
members of the Board riding close by its side.

All now was bustle and eagerness. Everybody wanted to do something, and
everybody wanted to see. The wagon was driven up as close to the cabin
as the trees would allow; the boys jumped down from their seats and
saddles the horses' bridles were fastened to branches overhead; white,
black, and yellow folks clustered around the wagon; and some twenty
hands were proffered to aid in carrying the load into the cabin.

Harry was the grand director of affairs. He had a good, loud voice, and
it served him well on this important occasion.

"Look out, there!" he cried. "Don't any of you touch a box or anything,
till I tell you what to do. They're not all to go into Aunt Judy's
cabin. Some things are to go across the creek to Lewston's house. Here,
John William and Gregory, take this table and carry it in carefully; and
you, Dick, take that chair. Don't be in a hurry. We're not going to open
the boxes out here."

"Why, Harry," cried Kate, "I didn't know there were to be tables and