"
By a fortunate accident Harry happened to turn in his seat and look
through a small window in the back part of the wagon. What he saw
startled him. In a buggy, ten rods back, he recognized his late
guardian and Joel. They were making good speed, and were doubtless in
pursuit of him.
Harry quickly imparted his discovery to his companion.
"Don't let them capture me!" he said.
"I should like to see him do it," responded the professor. "Get into
the back part of the wagon, and crouch down."
Harry did as directed.
Then the professor slackened his speed, and allowed the pursuers to
overtake him.
"I say, stranger," said Fox, as he drew up alongside. "A boy ran away
from me this morning. Perhaps you have seen him?"
"I saw a boy about a mile back" said the magician, reflectively, "a
stout, good-looking lad, dark-brown hair, and a pleasant expression;
didn't look at all like you. I chatted with him a while. He said he
was leaving a man who claimed to be his guardian, but wasn't."
"The young liar!" ejaculated Fox, wrathfully. "Where is he now?"
"Is he in your wagon?" put in Joel, sharply.
"If he were you'd see him, wouldn't you?"
"In behind you?"
"Yes, are you kidnapping him?" demanded Fox, fiercely.
"There is a boy in the back part of my wagon," said the magician,
coolly.
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