“Did Ben tell you he was going to run away?” said Jacob, returning to the charge.
“Yes, sir.”
“Why didn’t you come and tell me?”
“What do you take me for?” asked Albert scornfully. “Do you think I would betray my friend?”
“I see you are in league with him,” returned Jacob angrily. “I ain’t sure but I can have you arrested for aidin’ and abettin’ him in his unlawful doin’s.”
“Go ahead and do it if you think best,” said Albert, in no way frightened.
“I’ll see about it. I’ll consult with Lawyer Cole, and you may spend the night in jail.”
Albert took no particular notice of this threat, and did not borrow any trouble on account of it.
Meanwhile the boy who had created such a commotion in the Winter household had reached Boston. He had never before been so far from home, and it must be confessed that, as he stepped from the car and followed the rest of the passengers into the front part of the Boston and Albany station, he felt a sense of loneliness, mingled with apprehension.
Had he done wisely in leaving his country home to seek the crowded city? He could not tell, but just for a moment his heart sank within him, and he almost wished himself back in Wrayburn.