"I've ben thinkin'--the _chance_ of it! Here you've got these folks, and they're nice folks--most of 'em, that is--and you're doin' everything in the world for 'em, and it's _great_. Yes, sir, it's great! And the farm, and the garding--why, it's Mother dear, Jerusalem, right here in Cyrus township, or so it appears to me. But what I'm thinkin' of is the boys!" A look of pain crossed the kindly face. "The boys!" he repeated. "Mr. Bailey, I'd love to take care of them old folks, and blind, and like that; but all the time I'm thinkin' of the boys. Boys in the slums, and boys in jug, where I left 'em the other day. It appears to be laid upon me that I am to help the boys; though not to forget the others either, when I git a chance at 'em. Now see! I can't go but a little ways at a time, can I? It's like I was learnin' to walk--if you see what I mean. I don't know just what the Lord has for me to do, 'cept the first thing, to find this old rip's gal. That's plain, ain't it? When I can _see_ a thing, right face to, I can do it--sometimes! But after that--all about it, I can't tell, but I expect the Lord has it all laid out for me, and He'll let me know, 'cordin' to." There was a pause. Pippin looked up expectantly, and saw his companion looking out over the fields with eyes full of trouble. His face had suddenly fallen into lines of age. "What's wrong, sir?" asked Pippin impulsively. "Have I said anything I shouldn't? I'll ask you to excuse me if I have." A shake of the head reassured him. Jacob Bailey turned the troubled eyes on him, seemed to hesitate; finally, clearing his throat, spoke in a slow, husky voice. "There's one boy--" He stopped. "Them oats looks good, don't they?" He nodded toward an adjoining field. "Fine!" Pippin threw a hasty glance toward the oats. "They are dandy, sure. You was speakin' of a boy, Mr. Bailey! What about him?" Still the gray-haired man hesitated, looking about him with those troubled eyes. At last he seemed to make up his mind, and looked straight at Pippin. "There's one boy--" he said; "Pippin, there's one boy needs help the worst way. I expect he's right there in Kingdom, where you're stoppin'." "I want to know!" Pippin was aglow with interest. "Where'll I find him? What's his name? Has he been run in?"