She is a sweet child and likes me; we've had many a talk together that no one beside us knows about.

She's so gentle, so innocent, so good that it seems to me I see my own darling before me when she looks up in my face.

Come, boys," he added, decisively, as he walked to the farther end of the room, picked up a lantern and lit the candle inside.
"Come where ?" asked Tom, in amazement.
Hugh turned half angrily toward him.
"Do you think that I could rest while that child is lost in the mountains?
Mr.Bradley hasn't acted right toward us and I bear him no good will, but this isn't _he_--it's a little child--she looks and acts like my Jennie, that's dead and gone." "But, Hugh, you forget--what about the place ?" "Let it go to the dogs for all I care! What does it amount to against the life of the little one?
But we'll let Jack stay; if any of the boys come, send them out to help in the hunt; it'll do them more good than to break the law." "Suppose some that are strangers come ?" said Jack with a grin.
Hugh O'Hara gave a hollow laugh.
"Send them out, too, to help in the search; we'll be sure to find her when the whole country gets to work.

If I was down in the village I would have every man, woman and child in the woods, and wouldn't let them eat or drink or sleep till she's found.

Tom, there's no one that knows the woods better than we and Nero.