"Promise me solemnly."
"Solemnly," repeated Harry.
"Well, then, I will get you out of the scrape as nice as a cotton hat."
"How?"
"I guess I won't tell you now; but if you will come down here to-night at eleven o'clock I will let you into the whole thing."
"Eleven o'clock! I can't come at that time. We all go to bed at eight o'clock."
"Get up and come."
"I can do that; but perhaps Mr. Nason will persuade the overseers not to send me to Jacob Wire's."
"I'm glad I didn't tell you, then. But promise me this, Harry: that, whatever happens, you'll hold your tongue."
"I will, Ben."