Chapter Eighteen.
Against the Law.
The next day, after recounting plenty of my adventures to my mother, but, I am afraid, dressing some of them up so that they should not alarm her, a letter reached me from Uncle Bob.
It was very short. He hoped I had reached town safely, and found all well. The night had passed quite quietly at the works, and he ended by saying:
“I took up the trap. All right!”
That was a great relief to me, and made my stay in town quite pleasant.
I went down to the old works with my father, and it made me smile to see how quiet and orderly everything was, and how different to the new line of business we had taken up. The men here never thought of committing outrages or interfering with those who employed them, and I could not help thinking what a contrast there was between them and the Arrowfield rough independence of mien.
My father questioned me a great deal about matters upon which my uncles had dwelt lightly, but I found that he thoroughly appreciated our position there and its risks.