Jacko, still kneeling on the ground, and holding the lighted match in his hand, shook his head and tapped his breast, indicating that he had burned the grass.

"You dropped the match by accident ?" "My word! no.

Did it o' purpose to see.

It's all just one as gunpowder, Mr.Harry." Harry got on his horse without a word, and rode away through the forest, taking a direction different from that by which he had come, and the boy followed him.

He was by no means certain that this young fellow might not turn against him; but it had been a part of his theory to make no difference to any man because of such fears.