Who and what manner of man this was he did not know; but he was evidently some poor hunted creature, going in very fear of his life, and as such the boy pitied him from the very ground of his heart, and would gladly have helped him had he known how.
He lay for a few moments wondering and pondering.

Certainly his father was no foe to any man.

He could not be hiding from his displeasure.

The fugitive had rather taken refuge in his house; and if so, who better could be found to help him than the son of the owner?
"Our father and our mother alike have always taught us to befriend the stranger and the oppressed," said the boy to himself.

"I will ask this stranger of himself, and see if I may befriend him.