But, I say, I wonder if he's hiding anywhere." "Not he.

He's safe away, depend upon it, and if Mrs Nash had had any silver spoons they'd be safe away too." Jack began to dress thoughtfully, and then said, "I'm sorry he's gone." "I don't see why you should be," I said.

"The ungrateful young cad! If it hadn't been for you he might have been killed." Jack smiled.

"He doesn't think so himself," he said.

"He told me I'd no business to interfere between him and his `gal,' as he politely styles his mother.