"What, Julia?"
"If you would only let me tell my father that you are here—"
"Not for the world!" cried Harry.
"O, I won't say a word, unless you give me leave; but my father is rich. He owns a great factory and a great farm. He has lots of men to work for him; and my father is a very good man, too. People will do as he wants them to do, and if you will let me tell him your story, he will go over to Redfield and make them let you stay at our house. You shall be my brother then, and we can do lots of things together. Do let me tell him."
"I don't think it would be safe. I know Squire Walker wouldn't let me go to any place where they would use me well."
"What a horrible man he must be!"
"No; I think I will go on to Boston."
"You will have a very hard time of it."
"No matter for that."
"They may catch you."