Part 15 (1/2)

”We two will escape,” he promised the girl. ”You'll see. Now tell me everything.”

Then Zelie told Philippe that Tom was not really her father.

”My mother and father died when I was a baby,” she told him, ”and this man is my uncle. Oh, he is a very bad man, and he has made me steal, and if he ever should catch us trying to escape--oh, oh!”

The poor little girl again began to sob.

”Stop, Zelie,” urged Philippe. ”I have a plan, and we will escape.”

Zelie dried her eyes. Then she went to her room, and Philippe started to think.

Chapter XIII

THE CAVE OF THE CROWS

Philippe tried several times after that to post a letter. But Tom's eyes were very keen, and he seemed to see everything at once.

Ever since that day, Tom had watched Philippe all the time. But the man acted no differently than before. He whistled a great deal and was pleased with the money that the children brought in.

[Ill.u.s.tration: HE WHISTLED A GREAT DEAL]

Still he worked them harder than ever. Often Philippe's legs ached with standing so long. Often his throat was sore with singing.

He knew that he was being punished for his disobedience. He knew that if he ever escaped from this wicked man he would always obey his parents.

Tom often joked with Philippe, and the boy told him stories about the country through which they traveled. But all the while, Tom did not know what plans were shaping in Philippe's head.

One day as they tramped along, Philippe carried a letter in his pocket.

The letter was to Papa Pomme. Philippe was planning to post the letter when they reached Charleroi (=shar-le-roi'=), in the evening.

In it he told Papa Pomme everything. But he told him not to worry, that he was well, and also that he was laying a plan to capture the thief.

Part of Philippe's letter read: ”I shall try to make him spend Monday night in the Cave of the Crows. That is the big rock between Namur (=na-mur'=) and Dinant (=de-nan'=). Send some one to that place, for if my plan succeeds we shall be there.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: ON THE ROAD TO DINANT]

The Cave of the Crows is a mysterious rock out on the open road. There is a folk tale connected with it, and part of Philippe's plan was to tell this tale to Tom.

As they walked along, the boy kept thinking over his plan.

[Ill.u.s.tration: A VIEW IN DINANT, A VERY OLD CITY]

”If only I can persuade him to spend Monday night there!” Philippe mused earnestly.

They reached Charleroi, after pa.s.sing the country of the iron workers.

Philippe found this part of the country different from that around Antwerp and Brussels. To him even the people seemed different. Here he found pine and birch trees and little stone houses.

Most of the people in northern Belgium are blond and large. Here they are dark and smaller and more lively.