CHAPTER XI.
KIT FALLS INTO THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY.
If Aaron Bickford expected to frighten Kit by his threat, he was destined to find himself badly mistaken.
Kit was startled at first, not having anticipated that the blacksmith would get upon his track so soon. But he was a boy of spirit, and had no thought of surrender. Mr. Bickford halted his horse, and Kit faced him.
"Didn't you find my note?" he asked.
"Yes, I did."
"Then you know that I don't care to work for you."
"What's that got to do with it? Your uncle and me have settled that you shall."
"Then you'll have to unsettle it. I have a right to choose my own occupation, and I don't intend to become a blacksmith. Even if I did, I should choose some one else as my teacher."
"None of your impudence, young man! You'll have a long account to settle with me, I warn you of that."
"I had but one account to settle—for my board and lodging—and I've attended to that. Good morning, Mr. Bickford."