"He is the strangest man I ever saw," thought Harry. "Still he
treated me kindly. I should like to find out some more about him."
When he reached the road he saw, just in front of him, a boy of
about his own age driving half a dozen cows before him.
"Perhaps he can tell me something about the old man."
"Hello!" he cried, by way of salutation.
"Hello!" returned the country boy. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. Wherever I can find work," answered our hero.
The boy laughed. "Dad finds enough for me to do. I don't have to
go after it. Haven't you got a father?"
"Yes."
"Why don't you work for him?"
"I want to work for pay."
"On a farm?"
"No. I'll work in a shoe shop if I get a chance or in a printing
office."
"Do you understand the shoe business?"
"No; but I can learn."
"Where did you come from?"
"Granton."
"You didn't come from there this morning?"
"No, I guess not, as it's over twenty miles. Last night I stopped
at General Jackson's."
The boy whistled.
"What, at the old crazy man's that lives down here a piece?"
"Yes."
"What made you go there?"
"It began, to rain, and I had no other place to go."
"What did he say?" asked the new boy with curiosity.
"Did he cut up?"
"Cut up? No, unless you mean the bread. He cut up that."
"I mean, how did he act?"
"All right, except when he was talking about being General Jackson.
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