Part 41 (1/2)
”What do you say to that, Bob, hey?” said Hayden.
”It's natural for the gal to pity him. He's a nice lookin' chap enough.”
”He's nicer looking than he will be when we get through with him, eh, Bob?”
”That's so, d.i.c.k.”
As Janet listened to this conversation, her heart revolted against the brutality conveyed by the words. She felt dissatisfied to think that her own father was such a man. She could not well feel an affection for him, remembering how ill he had treated her gentle mother, who, as she knew, would be living to-day had she been wedded to a better husband.
The two men did not linger long at the table. They were accustomed to swallow their food rapidly, in order to get to the scene of their daily labor on time. So in twenty minutes they rose from the table, and putting on their hats left the cabin.
As they departed Janet breathed a sigh of relief, and congratulated herself that she had released the poor boy, and so saved him from the brutal treatment he was likely to receive at the hands of the two miners.
”He will have had plenty of time to get away before father and Mr.
Stubbs reach the cabin,” she said to herself.
Janet washed the dishes, and then, having an errand at the store, put on her hat and left the cabin. She did not trouble herself to lock the door, for there was nothing in the place likely to excite the cupidity of any dishonest person.
Janet had accomplished a part of the distance when she saw approaching her a figure that at once attracted her earnest attention.
The reason will be readily understood when I say that it was Achilles Henderson, the circus giant.
Mr. Henderson had been exploring the neighborhood in the hope of finding some trace of Kit, but thus far had been unsuccessful. He was very much perplexed, having absolutely no clew, and was thinking of starting for Groveton, where the circus was billed to appear that evening. He was walking in an undecided way, and never thought of noticing the little girl who stood staring at him. Indeed he was so used to being stared at that he took it as a matter of course, and did not think of giving the curious gazer a second glance.
But his attention was called by a low, half frightened voice.
”Mr. Giant!”
”Well, little girl, what do you want?” he asked.
”Are you looking for anybody?” asked Janet, first glancing carefully around, to make sure that she was not likely to be overheard.
”Yes,” answered Achilles, quickly. ”I am looking for a boy.”
”A circus boy?”
”Yes; do you know where he is?”
”Come nearer! I don't want anybody to hear what I say.”
”All right, my little maid! Is the boy alive and well?”
”Yes, he was two hours ago.”
”Where is he?”
”I don't know where he is now.”
Achilles looked disappointed.