The old hermit watched them curiously.
“You look like good boys,” he said. “I want to ask a favor of you.”
“What?” asked both boys in a breath.
“I wish to end my days here undisturbed. Will you promise not to reveal my dwelling place to your friends?”
“I am willing to say nothing,” said Jerry, promptly.
“So am I,” returned Harry.
The old man looked much relieved.
“And how is it with you?” he went on, turning and walking to where Blumpo had his head bent low on the ground.
“Please, sah, don’t charm me, sah! don’t cast no spell ober me!” howled Blumpo. “I ain’t dun nuffin’ ’deed I ain’t. I’se de best boy in Lakeview! Ain’t I, Harry? Ain’t dat de truf, Jerry?”
“I will not harm you, so do not be afraid,” said the hermit with a faint smile on his reddish-black face.