“’Cause I was up there, hidin’.”
[CHAPTER XVI]
BUD DISCOVERS A FRIEND.
Even the fragrant restfulness of Mrs. Camp’s spare bedroom did not make Bud sleep soundly that night. For almost the first time in his life, he was restless. In the morning, he was far from as lively as he had been the day before.
“What’s ailin’ ye, Son?” began Mr. Camp when they sat down to the usual ham, eggs and biscuits. “You don’t seem very peart to-day. Ain’t afeerd air ye?”
Bud only shook his head and tried to smile.
“I didn’t sleep well,” was his answer. “I reckon I’m tired o’ all this excitement.”
Mr. Camp looked at him closely, but said no more. When breakfast was over and Bud started toward the sawing shed, Mr. Camp followed him.
“Now ye better git it offen yer mind, Bud. Tell me yer troubles.”