"I don't know. I would rather die than go; but I don't know how I can help myself," answered the poor boy, gloomily.
"I do."
Harry looked up with interest and surprise. Ben sympathized with him in his trials, and his heart warmed towards him.
"What, Ben?"
"I daresn't tell you now," replied Ben after a short pause.
"Why not?"
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course I can. Did I ever blow on you?"
"No, you never did, Harry. You are a first rate feller, and I like you. But you see, if you should blow on me now, you would spoil my kettle of fish, and your own, too."
"But I won't, Ben."