"She hopes you will be a good boy."
There was no resisting this appeal; and again the demon was put down, and the triumph added another laurel to the moral crown of the little hero.
"It will be a dear journey to me," continued Squire Walker. "I was looking all day yesterday after a boy that ran away from the poorhouse, and came to the city for him. I had better let him go."
"Did you find him?"
"No. I brought that money down to put in the bank. It is gone, I suppose. Confound the boy!"
Harry waited no longer; but while his heart beat like the machinery in the great factory at Rockville, he tumbled out of his nest, and slid down the bale of goods to the pavement.
"Ah, Master Harry West! You are here—are you?" exclaimed Squire Walker, springing forward to catch him.
Harry dodged, and kept out of his reach.
"Catch him!" shouted the squire to the ostler.
"Wait a minute, Squire Walker," said Harry. "I won't go back to Jacob Wire's, anyhow. Just hear what I have got to say; and then, if you want to take me, you may, if you can."