The horse was there, but Oliver was not to be seen.
"He has got tired of waiting, and has gone away," said Jonas; "or perhaps he is playing about near." This last supposition was pretty soon, for a moment, confirmed; for Jonas saw, very soon after, a boy's head on the bank of the brook, at a little distance below.
"There he is now," said Jonas to himself.

"No, it isn't he.

That boy isn't dressed like Oliver.

I wonder who it is." The boy had a long pole in his hand, and was pushing cakes of ice with it.

He was so intent upon this amusement, that at first he did not see Jonas; but, presently, looking up, his eye suddenly caught a view of Jonas, coming, and he instantly dropped his pole, and ran towards him, shouting,-- "Jonas!" "Why, Rollo!" exclaimed Jonas, in his turn.