I give you my word of honor that I will make everything satisfactory to you." "But you lied to me on the road this morning." Tom winced; under ordinary circumstances he would have resented such a remark by "clearing away" for a fight.

But he had a purpose to accomplish, and he knew the character of him with whom he had to deal.
"I'm sorry I did, now," answered Tom, with every manifestation of penitence for his fault.

"I didn't want to lie to you; and it went against my conscience to do so.

But I was afraid, if I told you my father refused, up and down, to let me go, that you wouldn't be willing I should come with you." "I shall not be any more willing now I know all about it," added Bobby, in an uncompromising tone.
"Wait till you have heard my story, and then you won't blame me." "Of course you can go where you please; it is none of my business; but let me tell you, Tom, in the beginning, that I won't go with a fellow who has run away from his father and mother." "Pooh! What's the use of talking in that way ?" Tom was evidently disconcerted by this decided stand of his companion.

He knew that his bump of firmness was well developed, and whatever he said he meant.
"You had better return home, Tom.