It'll be late Sunday mornin' afore any body knows he's gone, and there won't be no people on the road where we are goin', and ef we're druv into cover, I know where the cover is.

Jim Fenton's got friends on the road, and they'll be mum as beetles.

Did ye ever seen a beetle, Harry ?" "Yes, sir." "Well, they work right along and don't say nothin' to nobody, but they keep workin'; an' you an' me has got to be jest like beetles.

Remember! an' now git back to Tom Buffum's the best way ye can." The boy reassured Jim, gave him a kiss, jumped over the fence, and crept along through the bushes toward the house.

Jim watched him, wrapped in admiration.
"He's got the ra-al hunter in 'im, jest like his father, but there's more in 'im nor there ever was in his father.