"I'll remember," said Bo, as they shook hands. A crowd had gathered to see the travellers off. The constable was among them, and as they disappeared around a bend in the road he waved and shouted with the rest.
"Bosephus," said Horatio gravely, "I hope you don't think of deserting me. Remember how many close places I have helped you out of. This last was a little the closest of all, Bosephus, and I shudder to think where you might have been today if it had not been for me."
"That's so," said the little boy solemnly. "I don't suppose they'd have even given me your skin, Ratio."
CHAPTER X
AN AFTERNOON'S FISHING
"Sitting on a bank where the bull frogs dream—
Sitting on the shore of a deep, deep stream—
Sitting on a log and waiting for a bite—
Bound to catch our supper, if we fish—all—night."
THE little boy was holding a long cane pole that he had cut as they came along, on the small end of which he had fastened a hook and line, baited with a lively worm. The Bear was leaning back against a tree and watching him lazily.
"Bo," said he presently, "I shouldn't wonder if that singing of yours scared the fish all away."