Perhaps it was some officer of the institution in search of him.

At any rate it was some one who had come from the vicinity of the Reform School, and who had probably heard of his escape.

As it came nearer, he heard the jingling of bells; it was the baker.

How he longed for a loaf of his bread, or some of the precious gingerbread he carried in his cart! Hunger tempted him to run the risk of exposure.

He had money; he could buy cakes and bread; and perhaps the baker had a kind heart, and would befriend him in his distress.