He folded up his letter precipitately, thrust it into his left breast-pocket, and jumped up with a guilty air about him.
"Why, Bumpus! we have startled you out of a morning nap, I fear," said Henry Stuart, who, accompanied by his mother, came up at that moment.
"We are on our way to say good-by to Mr.Mason.As we passed this knoll I caught sight of you, and came up to ask about the boat." "It's all right," said Bumpus, who quickly recovered his composure,--indeed, he had never lost much of it.

"I've bin down to Saunder's store and got the ropes for your--" "Hush, man! there is no need of telling what they are for," said Henry, with a mysterious look at his mother.
"Why not tell me all, Henry ?" said Mrs.Stuart; "surely, you can trust me ?" "Trust you, mother!" replied the youth, with a smile.

"I should think so; but there are reasons for my not telling you everything just now.
Surely, you can trust _me_?
I have told you as much as I think advisable in the meantime.

Ere long I will tell you all." The widow sighed, and was fain to rest content.

She sat down beside the tree, while her companions talked together, apart, in low tones.
"Now Jo, my man," continued Henry, "_one_ of our friends must be got out of the way." "Wery good; I'm the man as'll do it." "Of course I don't mean that he's to be killed!" "In coorse not.