mean actions, and with the fame of the family always
set up afore them. Yes, I thought it all out, and saw his mind working,
and felt so sure as death that a time would come when he would regret the
act and feel he'd ruined his life. "He'll return here some day afore 'tis
too late, and seek to fetch up the paper," I thought. And with that I was
just going to fling the canister back in the pool when a better idea took
hold on me. I'd make it easier and quicker for the man, and even now,
while he was smarting and doubtless battling with his better nature, I'd
help him in secret to do the right thing. He'd think it was a miracle,
too, for, of course, I wasn't going to give myself away over the business.
And no doubt, if the young fellow saw a miracle worked on his behalf, he'd
turn from his wickedness and repent.

In a word, my purpose was to put the paper back in his path again, afore
he got home; and not only that, but I meant to speak a word or two--just a
voice he should hear out of the night. I might save his soul, and, whether
or no, 'twas a sporting idea to try to do so. So I set to work, and even
in them exciting moments I thought what strange messengers the Lord do
choose to run His Almighty errands.

I knowed the way the young chap had to go, and how long 'twould take. Two
miles from the river lay Woodcotes, and, by following over a hill and
dropping down t'other side, I could get in his track again and be at the
edge of the home gardens where he'd come out. I saved half a mile going
that way, and would be able to get there long afore him.

Of course, all this went through my head a lot quicker than I set it down.
Like a flash came my determination, and I acted on it, and ran through the
night and headed him off, and hid in a rhododendron bush just by the main
drive, where he'd leave the woods on his way home. And right in his path,
where his feet must go, I'd put the tin canister. 'Twas dry again, and
flashed in the moonlight so bright that he couldn't miss it nohow.

Still as a mouse I waited for him, and just over my head hooted an owl.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo! Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" he shouted out; and another, long ways
off, answered to him.

What should I say? was the question in my mind while I waited for Mr.
Champernowne. And first I thought I'd say nothing at all; but then I
reckoned 'twould be more solemn and like a miracle if I did. I minded a
thing my father used to speak when I was a li'l one. He'd tell it out ve