“I know it,” said Harry. “If you want to know how it happened ask James.”
“Well, I never!” ejaculated the house-keeper, mechanically taking the basket. “The squire’ll have to do without his omelet to-night, that’s sure.”
CHAPTER IX.
FIRE!
James did not fail to make a report to his father of the outrage which he had received at the hands of Harry Raymond. Over the trick which Tom and he had played upon our hero he passed rather lightly.
“It seems there were two of you,” said the squire. “Why didn’t you give him such a lesson as he would have remembered?”
“I would if Tom had stood by me.”
“Why didn’t he?”