When you have kept close, long enough for your beard and hair to grow out well, everybody will have given you up for dead or gone.

Then I will take you down and give you a job in an orange grove.

There's a little house there where you can live.

You won't need to show yourself down-town and, in time, you will be forgotten.

I'll bring you enough food to-morrow to last you until I can return to town and can get back on the first night trip." The man who left James Rutlidge a few minutes later, after trying brokenly to express his gratitude, was a creature very different from the poor, frightened hunted, starving, despairing, wretch that Rutlidge had halted an hour before.