There was no particular inducement for him to stay here. Wherever he goes, I hope he will meet with good friends and good treatment."
"As much as to say he didn't find them here.
Is that what you mean?"
"I have no charges to bring."
"But I have," said Mrs. Mudge, her eyes lighting with malicious satisfaction. "Last night you missed a ten-dollar gold piece, which you saw was stolen from you. This morning it appears that Paul Prescott has run away. I charge him with the theft."
"You do not, can not believe this," said the old lady, uneasily.
"Of course I do," returned Mrs. Mudge, triumphantly, perceiving her advantage. "I have no doubt of it, and when we get the boy back, he shall be made to confess it."
Aunt Lucy looked troubled, much to the gratification of Mrs. Mudge. It was but for a short time, however. Rising from her seat, she stood confronting Mrs. Mudge, and said quietly, but firmly, "I have no doubt, Mrs.
Mudge, you are capable of doing what you say.
I would advise you, however, to pause. You know, as well as I do, that Paul is incapable of this theft. Even if he were wicked enough to form the idea, he would have no need, since it was my intention to GIVE him this money.
Who did actually steal the gold, you PERHAPS know better than I. Should it be necessary, I shall not hesitate to say so. I advise you not to render it necessary."
The threat which lay in these words was understood. It came with the force of a sudden blow to Mrs. Mudge, who had supposed it would be no difficult task to frighten and silence Aunt Lucy. The latter had always been so yielding in all matters relating to herself, that this intrepid championship of Paul's interests was unlooked for. The tables were completely turned. Pale with rage, and a mortified sense of having been foiled with her own weapons, Mrs. Mudge left the room.
Meanwhile her husband milked the cows, and was now occupied in performing certain other duties that could not be postponed, being resolved, immediately after breakfast was over, to harness up and pursue the runaway.
"Well, did you get anything out of the old lady?" he inquired, as he came from the barn with the full milk-pails.
"She said she knew beforehand that he was going."
"Eh!" said Mr. Mudge, pricking up his ears, "did she say where?"
"No, and she won't. She knit him a pair of stockings to help him off, and doesn't pretend to deny it. She's taken a wonderful fancy to the young scamp, and has been as obstinate as could be ever since he has been here."
"If I get him back," said Mr. Mudge, "he shall have a good flogging, if I am able to give him one, and she shall be present to see it."
"That's right," said Mrs. Mudge, approvingly, "when are you going to set out after him?"
"Right after breakfast. So be spry, and get it ready as soon as you can."
Under the stimulus of this inspiring motive, Mrs. Mudge bustled about with new energy, and before many minutes the meal was in readiness. It did not take long to dispatch it.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Mudge harnessed up, as he had determined, and started off in pursuit of our hero.
In the meantime the two boys had walked leisurely along, conversing on various subjects.
"When you get to the city, Paul," said John, "I shall want to hear from you. Will you write to me?"
Paul promised readily.
"You can direct to John Burges, Burrville.
The postmaster knows me, and I shall be sure to get it."
"I wish you were going with me," said Paul.
"Sometimes when I think that I am all alone it discourages me. It would be so much pleasanter to have some one with me."
"I shall come sometime," said John, "when I am a little older. I heard father say something the other day about my going into a store in the city. So we may meet again."
"I hope we shall."
They were just turning a bend of the road, when Paul chanced to look backward. About a quarter of a mile back he descried a horse and wagon wearing a familiar look. Fixing his eyes anxiously upon them, he was soon made aware that his suspicions were only too well founded. It was Mr. Mudge, doubtless in quest of him.
"What shall I do?" he asked, hurriedly of his companion.
"What's the matter?"
This was quickly explained.
John was quickwitted, and he instantly decided upon the course proper to be pursued.
On either side of the road was a growth of underbrush so thick as to be almost impenetrable.
"Creep in behind there, and be quick about it," directed John, "there is no time to lose."
"There," said he, after Paul had followed his advice, "if he can see you now he must have sharp eyes."
"Won't you come in too?"
"Not I," said John, "I am anxious to see this Mr. Mudge, since you have told me so much about him. I hope he will ask me some questions."
"What will you tell him?"
"Trust me for that. Don't say any more.
He's close by."
