One was, that I must either deceive or dispatch this boy who is watching me with intense vigilance.

I am glad to say, that the latter did not for a moment seriously enter my mind.

To deceive him effectually, I left my coat and went to the back door, from which my course would be direct to the wood.
When I got to the door, I found that the barn, to which the waggon, must soon come, lay just to the right, and overlooking the path I must take to the wood.

In front of me lay a garden surrounded by a picket fence, to the left of me was a small gate, and that by passing through that gate would throw me into an open field, and give me clear running to the wood; but on looking through the gate, I saw that my captor, being with the team, would see me if I attempted to start before he moved from the position he then occupied.

To add to my difficulty the horses had baulked; while waiting for the decisive moment, the boy came to the door and asked me why I did not come in.