"I didn't know you were." "I fancied you wouldn't--that is, that you thought--you didn't trust me, Jack." "You're the only fellow I do trust, Fred, there," said he, taking my arm.

Then, with a sigh, he added, "Why shouldn't I ?" "What a beast I was, Jack!" cried I, quite repentant.

"I don't--" "Hush!" said Jack.

Then, whispering very close to my ear, he added, "There are some things, you know, I _can't_ tell even you--about home--" There was a sound in the room, as of a boy, suddenly aroused, starting up in his bed.

Our blood turned cold, and we remained motionless, hardly daring to breathe, straining our ears in the darkness.
Suddenly the boy, whoever he was, sprang from his bed, and seizing the lucifers, struck a light.
It was Hawkesbury! I had almost guessed it.