He jumped to his feet.
CHAPTER XXVII.
A FRIEND IN NEED.
IT IS NOT to be supposed that Tom was indifferent to the sudden appearance of one who seemed sent by heaven to his help.
He looked eagerly in the direction of the new comer. The honest face and sturdy figure were not unknown to him.
“It is Mr. Brush!” he exclaimed joyfully.
“Yes,” said that individual, approaching, “it is Peter Brush. What has this rascal been up to?”
“Take care how you call me names, you clodhopper!” exclaimed Burnett, furiously, by no means pleased to see the man he had striven so hard to avoid.
“I may be a clodhopper, but I am not a scoundrel and a thief!” returned Brush.
Burnett felt that he was in a tight place. Would it be possible to deceive Mr. Brush? At any rate, he decided to try it.