The woman reappeared presently, and casting a threatening glance and a torrent of bad language at the boy, went lumbering heavily down the street with the crowd of noisy, curious children straggling along behind her.
When they had all disappeared around the corner of the street, Tode sprang down and putting his mouth to the opening at the bottom of the barrel whispered hastily,
"Keep still 'til I see if she's gone sure," and he raced up to the corner where he watched until the woman was out of sight. Then he ran back and lifted the barrel off, saying,
"It's all right--she's gone, sure 'nough."
The girl cast an anxious glance up and down the street as she sprang up.
"Oh dear!" she exclaimed. "I don't know where to go!" and Tode saw that her eyes were full of tears.
He looked at her curiously.
"Might go down t' the wharf. Ol' woman wouldn't be likely ter go there, would she?" he suggested.
"I don't think so. I've never been there," replied the girl. "Which way is it?"
"Come on--I'll show ye;" and Tode set off at a rapid pace.