“I am sure of it, sir.”
“All right then,” cried the boy quickly. “I’ll come. Oh, I say!”
“What is the matter?”
“Look! Here he comes!”
He pointed quickly in the direction of the town, and, wresting himself from Helen’s grasp, set off at a sharp run.
But he had not gone a dozen yards before he turned and saw Helen gazing after him.
He stopped directly, and came slowly and reluctantly back.
“Did you call me!” he said sheepishly.
“No, Dexter; I think it must have been your conscience spoke and upbraided you for being such a coward.”
“Yes, it was cowardly, wasn’t it?” cried the boy. “I didn’t mean to run away, but somehow I did. I say, will he hit me!”