Had he pursued him, he would have been obliged to cross sundry rails, which would have so delayed him as to give him no chance of success.
"I knew there was a fellow about," he said; "one of our own men would not have run like that." Jacko shook his head, but did not speak.
"He has got in here for shelter out of the rain, but he was doing no good about the place." Jacko again shook his head.
"I wonder who he was ?" Jacko came up and whispered in his ear, "Bill Nokes." "You couldn't see him." "Seed the drag of his leg." Now it was well known that the man Nokes had injured some of his muscles, and habitually dragged one foot after another.
"I don't think you could have been sure of him by such a glimpse as that." "Maybe not," said the boy, "only I'm sure as sure." Harry Heathcote said not another word, but getting again upon his horse, galloped home.

It was past one when he reached the station, but the two girls were waiting up for him, and at once began to condole with him because he was wet.

"Wet!" said Harry; "if you could only know how much I prefer things being wet to dry just at present! But give Jacko some supper.

I must keep that young fellow in good humor if I can." So Jacko had half a loaf of bread, and a small pot of jam, and a large jug of cold tea provided for him, in the enjoyment of which luxuries he did not seem to be in the least impeded by the fact that he was wet through to the skin.

Harry Heathcote had another nobbler--being only the second in the day--and then went to bed..