“Well I ain’t, Tom. Now, instead of mourning uselessly, put your wits together and decide what you’re going to do.”
“I don’t know,” responded Tom, hopelessly.
“Is there not some acquaintance you could stay with to-night?”
“I ain’t got any friends.”
Will pondered deeply for a moment or two. Finally he said:
“Look here, Tom; I think I know a place where you could go.”
“Where?”
“You know the old mill down the river?”
“Yes. I’ve been there lots of times.”
“Well, I suggest that you hide there for to-night.”