Now ye leave all the rest to Jim Fenton, yer pa's old friend.

Don't ye begin to feel a little better now ?" "Yes, sir." "You can kiss me again, if ye want to.

I didn't mean to choke ye off.
That was all in fun, ye know." Harry kissed him, and then Jim said: "Now make tracks for yer old boardin'-house.

I'll be along bimeby." The boy started upon a brisk run, and Jim still sat upon the stone watching him until he disappeared somewhere among the angles of the tumble-down buildings that constituted the establishment.
"Well, Jim Fenton," he said to himself, "ye've been spilin' fur somethin' to do fur somebody.

I guess ye've got it, and not a very small job neither." Then he shouldered his pack, took up his rifle, looked up at the cloudy and blustering sky, and pushed up the hill, still talking to himself, and saying: "A little boy of about his haighth and bigness ain't a bad thing to take.".