"
"I'll do it," said Willie, seizing the other oar, "but you needn't
give me any money."
To his intense disgust, Fox saw the boat, propelled by the two boys,
leaping forward energetically, while he stood helplessly on the bank.
The other bank was half a mile away, and could not be reached except
by a bridge a considerable distance away. The two boys said little
until the trip was accomplished.
"I hope you won't get into any serious trouble with Mr. Fox," said
Harry, as they drew near the bank.
"I don't care for old Fox, and father doesn't like him, either."
As he got out of the boat he pressed a dollar into Willie's reluctant
hand.
"Now, which way had I better go?"
"Take that footpath. It will lead to Medfield. There you can take the
cars."
"Good-by, Willie; and thank you."
Willie didn't row back immediately. John Fox was lying in wait on the
other side, and he didn't care to meet him.
Harry pushed on till he reached a highway. He felt in doubt as to
where it might lead him, but followed it at a venture. He wondered
whether John Fox would pursue him, and from time to time looked back
to make sure that his guardian was not on his trail. In about three
hours he found himself eight miles away. Then, for the first time, he
felt that it might be safe to stop and rest.
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