"And I don't want to go to heaven just now," said Maurice, taking
hold of the other hand.




CHAPTER III.

BLUE EYES AND GOLDEN HAIR.


"And now," proceeded Joe, _alias_ Alphonse, _alias_
Jography, "the first thing--now as it is settled as we three club
together--the first thing is to plan the campaign."

"What's the campaign?" asked Maurice, gazing with great awe and
admiration at his new friend.

"Why, young un, we're going south. You has got to find some un
south, and I has got to find two people south. They may all be dead,
and we may never find them; but for all that we has got to look, and
look real hard too, I take it. Now, you see as this ere France is a
werry big place; I remember when I wor brought away seven years ago
that it took my master and me many days and many nights to travel
even as far as Paris, and sometimes we went by train, and sometimes
we had lifts in carts and wagons. Now, as we has got to walk all the
way, and can't on no account go by no train, though we _may_ get
a lift sometimes ef we're lucky, we has got to know our road. Look
you yere, young uns, 'tis like this," Here Jography caught up a