Hope strung his little muscles in an instant, his attitude became alert, and he replied: "I'll never say anything if they kill me." "Well, I'll tell ye what I'm goin' to do.

I'm goin' to stay to the poor-house to-night, if they'll keep me, an' I guess they will; and I'm goin' to see yer pa too, and somehow you and he must be got out of this place." The boy threw his arms around Jim's neck, and kissed him passionately, again and again, without the power, apparently, to give any other expression to his emotions.
"Oh, God! don't, boy! That's a sort o' thing I can't stand.

I ain't used to it." Jim paused, as if to realize how sweet it was to hold the trusting child in his arms, and to be thus caressed, and then said: "Ye must be mighty keerful, and do just as I bid ye.

If I stay to the poor-house to-night, I shall want to see ye in the mornin', and I shall want to see ye alone.

Now ye know there's a big stump by the side of the road, half-way up to the old school-house." Harry gave his assent.
"Well, I want ye to be thar, ahead o' me, and then I'll tell ye jest what I'm a goin' to do, and jest what I want to have ye do." "Yes, sir." "Now mind, ye mustn't know me when I'm about the house, and mustn't tell anybody you've seed me, and I mustn't know you.