"Hi, but didn't he shuffle oot, though, when he heard me after him! A thought ee'd jump oot his shoes the way he went." "He won't be likely to come here again, unless he is certain you are out of the way." "Mayhap he'll bother thee again, though, when A's gone home. Thou'lt do well to keep an eye on him." "I shall take care that he doesn't get in here again, and then I won't have to be to the trouble to put him out." Joe Cuttle indulged in another of his silent fits of laughter and then returned to his furnaces, which he had to feed pretty constantly while the great engine was using the steam. The forenoon passed without further incident, and Larry was somewhat relieved that he had not yet seen the superintendent. He feared that the latter might ask some questions about his father's absence which it would be embarrassing not to answer. "Perhaps mother will tell me something about it when I get home," was his thought, as he hurried along the narrow street which led to his dwelling. But again he was disappointed. His dinner was ready when he came in, but Mrs. Kendall only sat at the table in silence and attended to his wants. Larry felt as though he could not restrain the growing feeling of apprehension caused by his mother's looks and strange reticence. They were so unlike her usual cheerfulness when he came home from school or the shop, and he could see that she had grown yet paler than when he left her at the breakfast table in the morning. He had only a few minutes before he must return to the shop. Yet he lingered at the door, cap in hand. "Mother, what is it?" he pleaded, as she glanced toward him. "Don't ask me now, Larry," she answered. Yet there was an irresolute quiver in her voice that told him that she longed to give him her confidence. "I ought to know," he persisted. "I'm old enough to run the engine at the works. Surely you and father ought to trust me to know what troubles you. Father has gone?" "Yes, Larry." "When is he coming back?" "I don't know. He doesn't know himself. But I hope it will not be long before we see him again." "The superintendent will ask me about it, and I don't like to act as if my folks didn't trust me. If you can't trust me, he won't wish to." "Your father told you what to answer if you are questioned." "Mr. Gardner may be satisfied with that for a day or two, but if he stays away longer than that--" "Well, well!" Mrs. Kendall interrupted, so impatiently that Larry was silenced. "If he stays more than a day or two, and they want to know more about it we'll see what can be done. Now hurry along, dear, and don't worry." She reached up her lips and kissed him--for he was much the taller--and then he hurried back to the shop with a heavy heart. As he entered the yard, he noticed a knot of the workmen near the entrance, holding what appeared to be a very secret conference. CHAPTER III. Larry in a Quandary.