“Or if the snake hadn’t swallowed you!” Harry shuddered at the mention of the snake.
“That was the worst of it,” he said.
CHAPTER XVII. -- WHAT HARRY SAW IN THE WOOD
“What is your name?” asked Harry. “I don’t remember seeing you before.”
“I live on the other side of the wood. My name is Reuben Richardson.”
“Richardson?”
“Yes; we only moved here two months since, and I haven’t had a chance to get acquainted much. What is your name?”
“Harry Gilbert.”
“I suppose you live in the village?”