His eye passed once down and once up the procession, then looking up at Jack with a grin, he said, "He's 'iding, I reckon, governor.

That there dorg'll have to start with a B after all." Our laughter at this philosophic observation was interrupted by an unwonted footstep on the stairs outside.

It certainly was not Mr Smith, for he was out at his work; nor was it the doctor, our only other visitor, for he always came up two steps at a time, and his boots always squeaked.

Who could our visitor be?
"Come in," called Smith, as a knock sounded on the door.
To my utter astonishment and concern, Hawkesbury, with his sweetest smile, entered the room.
How had he found out my retreat?
What did he want here?
What would Jack Smith say?
These were the questions which rushed through my mind as he closed the door behind him and walked into the room.
I glanced round at Jack.

There was written anything but peace in his countenance, while Billy glared like a young bulldog ready to spring on the intruder.
"Well, Batchelor," said Hawkesbury, in his blandest voice, addressing me and ignoring everybody else; "you'll be surprised to see me here.