“All right, my lad, all right, Master Harry. If you says so, that’s ’nough for me. Here, I’ll go and tell Master Vine I’ve found you.”
“No, no; he thinks I’m dead.”
“Well, everybody does; and I said it was a pity such a nice, handsome young lad should be drowned like that. I told my Liza so.”
“My father must not know.”
“Miss Louy then?”
“No, no. You must keep it a secret from everybody, unless you want to see me put in prison.”
“Now is that likely, my lad? Here, I’ve got it. I’ll go and tell Master Luke Vine.”
“Worst of all. No; not a word to a soul.”
“All right, Master Harry; I can keep my mouth shut when I try. But what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know yet. I’m hiding yonder.”