"I'm not tired.

Let me go with you." He nodded, and then stood thoughtful, and tapping the ground with his foot.
All at once he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Look here, Sep," he said; "you are growing a great fellow now.

I've been helping you all these years; now you must help me." "Tell me how, father, and I will," I said eagerly.
"I know you will, my boy," he replied, "and I'm going to treat you now as I would a counsellor.

This is a very unfortunate business, my boy." "What, our seeing the smugglers last night ?" He nodded.
"Did you think, then, like I did, that it was Jonas Uggleston's boat ?" "I did, my boy." "But it was not, father." "No, my boy; but--" "You think Jonas Uggleston knew the boat was coming, and he knows all about that hiding-place, father ?" "Is that what you have been thinking, Sep ?" "Yes, father." "And so have I, my lad.

Now, though I am, as I may say, still in the king's service, and I feel it my duty to go and inform the officers of what I have seen, on the other hand there is a horrible feeling of self-interest keeps tugging at me, and saying, `mind your own business.
You are bad friends enough with Jonas Uggleston as it is, so let matters rest for your own sake and for your son's.'" "Oh, father!" I exclaimed.
"Then this feeling hints to me that I am not sure of anything, and that I have no business to interfere, and so on.