I'd advise you to keep a silent tongue in your head, if you want to save your neck." "I was keeping it, till you come and made me tell with that there pistol," howled the boy.

"You won't go and split on me ?" he asked, with trembling lips.
"I won't split on you about the grain," graciously promised Pike.

"It's no business of mine.

As to the other matter--well, I'll not say anything about that; at any rate, yet awhile.

You keep it a secret; so will I." Without another word, Pike extended his hand as a signal that the culprit was at liberty to depart; and he did so as fast as his legs would carry him.