"Dat's so, Mah'sr Harry; Jim'll go 'long fur ye. I'll tell him."
"Now be quick about it," cried Harry. "I'm in a great hurry." And off he started again.
But as he hurried along, his legs began to feel stiff and his feet were sore. He had walked very fast, so far, but now he was obliged to slacken his pace.
And it grew darker and darker. Harry thought he had never seen night come on so fast. It was certainly a long distance from Charity's cabin to Aunt Judy's.
At last he reached the well-known woods near the bridge, and off in a little opening he saw Aunt Judy's cabin. It was so dark now that he would not have known it was a cabin, had he not been so familiar with it.
Curiously enough, there was no light to be seen in the house. Harry hurried to the door and found it shut. He tried to open it, and it was locked. Had Aunt Judy gone away? She never went away; it was foolish to suppose such a thing.
He knocked upon the door, and receiving no answer, he knocked louder, and then he kicked. In a minute or two, during which he kept up a continual banging and calling on the old woman, he heard a slight movement inside. Then he knocked and shouted, "Aunt Judy!"
"Who dar!" said a voice within.
"It's me! Harry Loudon!" cried Harry. "Let me in!"
"What ye want dar?" said Aunt Judy. "Go 'way from dar."