The boy's feet seemed rooted to the spot. He was standing just by the ladder leading to the loft, and in the absolute stillness and darkness it was easy to hear what the men were saying. The first sentences were of no importance, but suddenly the strange voice said,
"Do you know where she keeps it?"
Then came Bill's answer: "I'm most sure it's in the cupboard to the right of the fire-place, under the floor."
"Will there be trouble getting it?"
"Not if we make sure she's in bed. There's that little young 'un around; but we won't have any trouble keepin' him quiet."
[to be continued.]
[BRAN'S CONSCIENCE.]
There is not the slightest doubt that Bran had a conscience. No dog who was not fully aware that he had misbehaved himself, and deeply penitent on account of it, could have shown so much sorrow and contrition.
We were staying at Yarmouth, and Bran, who was allowed perfect liberty, was lost for one entire day.