That was true, and there the matter rested overnight.
When I started home the next morning Willis walked with me for two miles or more.

We had not mentioned Jotham's oxen since the previous afternoon; but I plainly saw that Willis had been thinking the matter over, for, after we separated and had each gone a few steps on his way, he called after me: "Are you going to tell about that ?" "No," said I, and walked on.
"Well, if you're not going to feel right about it, ask the old Squire what he thinks.

If he says that Jotham ought to be told, perhaps you had better tell him." And Willis hastened away.
But on reaching home I found that the old Squire had set off for Portland early that morning to see about selling his lumber and was not to return for a week.

So I said nothing to any one.

The night after he got back I watched for a chance to speak with him alone.