“I think you have. I wonder whether he recognized us!”
“I don't believe it. He had hardly got his head out of the window before I let drive.”
“Then he won't imagine I have escaped.”
“What are your plans, Phil? Suppose they try to take you back to the poorhouse?”
“They won't get the chance. Before five o'clock to-morrow morning I shall leave Norton.”
“Leave town?” exclaimed Frank, in surprise. “And so soon?”
“Yes. There is nothing for me to do here.”
“Father would like to have you stay and assist him on the farm. He said so to me. He wouldn't be able to pay much, but I think we would have a good time together.”
Philip pressed his friend's hand warmly.
“I know we should, Frank,” he said, “but if I remained here, it would only remind me of my poor father. I would rather go out into the world and try my fortune.”
“I suppose it is; but I am willing to work, and I don't expect much.”
“Suppose you fall sick?”
“Then, if I can, I will come back to you and your good father and mother, and stay till I am well.”
“Promise me that, Phil?”
“I promise.”
“I wish I could go with you, Phil,” said Frank, with a boyish impulse.
“No, it wouldn't be wise for you. You have a good home, and you will be better off there than among strangers.”
“It might be your home, too, Phil.”
“Thank you; but I shall be better away from Norton for a time.”
A minute later, Frank said suddenly:
“I don't care. He won't take me back.”
“Get behind the stone wall, and I will wait and interview him.”
Philip immediately followed the advice of his friend. He was curious to hear what the squire would say.
Squire Pope's eyesight was not good, and it was only when he came near that he recognized Frank Dunbar. He stopped short, for there was a subject on which he wished to speak.
“Frank Dunbar!” he said.
“Do you wish to speak to me, sir?” inquired Frank coldly.
“Yes. Where have you been?”
“Out walking,” answered Frank shortly.
“Have you been to the poorhouse?”
“I have.”
“Did you see Philip?”
“I saw him looking out of a third-story window.”
“What did he say?” he condescended6 to inquire.
“That he wouldn't stay.”
“He will have to,” responded Squire Pope complacently7. “Mr. Tucker will see to that.”
“Probably Mr. Tucker will wake up some fine morning and find Phil's room empty,” said Frank quietly.
“I'll take the risk of it,” returned the squire serenely8. “But there's a matter I want to speak to you about. You've got Philip's fiddle9 in your possession.”
“Suppose I have.”
“I wish you to bring it round to my house in the morning, and I'll give you something for your trouble.”
“You must excuse me, Squire Pope. If it were your property, I would bring it to you and charge nothing for my trouble.”
“Young man,” said the squire sternly. “I am Philip's legal guardian10, and I have a right to receive his violin. You will get into trouble if you resist my authority.”
“If you will give me Philip's order for it, you shall have it, sir.”
“Frank Dunbar, you are trifling11 with me. Philip is now a pauper12, and has no right to hold property of any kind. He cannot give a legal order.”
“Then you are guardian to a pauper?”
“In my capacity of overseer of the poor.”
“In my capacity as Philip's friend, I refuse to consider you his guardian. You may call him a pauper, but that doesn't make him one.”
Frank laughed.
“I don't want to be disrespectful, Squire Pope,” he said; “but I can't help telling you that you undertook a bigger job than you thought for, when you made up your mind to make a pauper of Philip Gray.”
Squire Pope was indignant at the coolness of Frank.
“I shall come to your house to-morrow morning,” he said, “and convince you to the contrary.”
“Very well, sir.”
Frank Dunbar bowed, and the squire went his way.
“That's a very impudent14 boy!” he soliloquized. “Just like the Gray boy. It wouldn't do him any harm to put him under Joe Tucker's care, too.”
After the squire had passed on, Philip came out from behind the stone wall.
“Did you hear what passed between your guardian and myself?” asked Frank.
“Yes, I heard every word.”
“He little thought that the bird had flown, Phil.”
“He will make all the trouble he can. That is one more reason why I think it best to leave town.”
“I wouldn't let Squire Pope drive you out of town.”
“I would stay and face the music if it suited me, but I want to go away.”
“Suppose we cut across this field. It will be a little nearer.”
“All right.”
There was a pathway through a pasture-lot, comprising some ten acres, poor land, covered with puny15 bushes, and a few gnarled trees, producing cider-apples. It belonged to an old bachelor farmer, who lived in solitary16 fashion, doing his own cooking, and in general taking care of himself. He was reputed to have money concealed17 about his premises18, which was quite probable, as he spent little, and was known to have received, four years before, a considerable legacy19 from the estate of a brother who had died, a successful merchant in the city of New York.
The boys had to pass by the small and weather-stained house where he lived, as the path ran very near it.
When within a few rods of the house, the boys were startled by a sharp cry of terror, which appeared to proceed from inside the house.
Both simultaneously20 stood still.
“What's that!” exclaimed both in concert.
“Somebody must be trying to rob Mr. Lovett,” suggested Frank.
“Can't we do something!” said Phil quickly.
“We can try.”
There were two stout21 sticks or clubs lying on the ground at their feet. They stooped, picked them up, and ran to the house. A glance showed that one of the windows on the north side had been raised.
The window sill was low. Pausing a moment before springing over it into the room, they looked in and this was what they saw:
The farmer lay half-prostrate22 on the floor, half supporting himself by a chair, which he had mechanically grasped as he was forced downward. Over him stood a ruffianly looking tramp, whom Phil remembered to have seen about the streets during the day, with a stick uplifted. He had not heard the approach of the boys.
“Give me two hundred dollars, and I'll go,” he said to the man at his feet.
“I cannot do it. I haven't got as much here.”
“That's a lie!” said the other coarsely. “I heard all about you to-day. You're a miser23, and you've got no end of money stowed away here. Get it for me, quick, or I'll dash your brains out.”
Just then the prostrate farmer saw what the tramp could not see, his back being turned to the window, the faces of the two boys looking through the window. Fresh courage came to him. Single-handed, and taken at advantage, he was no match for the ruffian who had entered his house; but with these two young auxiliaries24 he felt that all was not lost.
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