"I told uncle Amos where he is. I left him down in Welch's Lane."
"Where is that?"
"Your father knows where it is. His horse is harnessed, and he will drive you down there," I replied, hoping they would adopt my plan, and thus enable me to enter my chamber and reclaim the valuables I had left there.
"Very well; I will do so. I will help you put the plank across the brook before I go," he replied.
"No, I thank you. I can put it across myself when I get ready to do so," I answered, cautiously.
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid of anything; but I'm not going to put my head in the wildcat's mouth."
"I won't touch you."
"I don't intend you shall. Go and get your horse, and I will take care of myself."
"Well, I will."