"I don't understand that boy of yours.

He seems to be in training for a contest of some kind.

He's quiet enough in daytime, or when I'm around, but when he thinks he's alone, he races up and down like a lynx, and jumps and turns handsprings, and all sorts of things.
The only person he asks to see is young Burns.

I can't fathom him." The father lowered his eyes.

He knew well that Harry did not ask for him.
"If it wasn't for these suspicious actions, doctor, I'd let him have the full run of the jail yard, but I dassent let him have any liberties.
Why, he can go up the side of the cells like a squirrel! He'd go over our wall like a cat--no doubt of it." The minister spoke with some effort.