"If you ain't afraid of smallpox, you may see him. Which shall
it be, you or the boy?"
A pallid hue overspread the face of John Fox, which was increased by
an agonizing moan, which appeared to proceed from behind the magician.
"Turn the horse, Joel," was all he said.
He whipped up his horse without a word, and did not pull up for half a
mile.
"You can come out now, Harry," said the professor, with a queer smile.
"I am a ventriloquist, and that moan did the business."
CHAPTER VII
A NEW ENGAGEMENT
Harry was not a little relieved at his narrow escape. He did not
propose to be taken captive without making a strong resistance; but
still, in a struggle with Mr. Fox and Joel, he felt that he would be
considerably at a disadvantage.
"I am much obliged to you for saving me, Professor Hemenway," he said.
"You are quite welcome. So you didn't like old Fox?"
"Not much."
"He doesn't appear to like you any better."
"There isn't much love lost between us," returned Harry, laughing.
"How do you like the boy?"
"He served me a good turn--for five dollars--but he would help capture
me for the same money, or less."
"You seem to know him."
"He is fond of money, and would do almost anything for it."
"You thank me for saving you from capture, my lad," continued the
magician.
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