Then off with a rush went brave Tom,
His heart beating loud with dismay;
While Charlie, and Peter, and Fred
Cried, 'Isn't Tom valiant to-day?'
And the boy shook with laughter to see Tom in flight,
For he knew that fine words never drive away fright!
D. B. M.
"After all, I will wait—
I must hurry off home, it is getting quite late!"
THE BOY TRAMP.
[(Continued from page 87.)]
CHAPTER XI.
The blacksmith, a tall, broad-shouldered man, wearing a leather apron, stood at the door with a hammer in his right hand, his shop being a kind of barn beneath a tall elm-tree, directly opposite the narrow lane, with a board signifying that it was a footpath to Barton. It was exactly the place I should have selected in order to get away from the main road had I known of its existence.
'Has the motor-car gone?' I inquired, stopping in front of the blacksmith's.