Janet washed the dishes, and then, having an errand at the store, put on her hat and left the cabin. She did not trouble herself to lock the door, for there was nothing in the place likely to excite the cupidity of any dishonest person. Janet had accomplished a part of the distance when she saw approaching her a figure that at once attracted her earnest attention. The reason will be readily understood when I say that it was Achilles Henderson, the circus giant. Mr. Henderson had been exploring the neighborhood in the hope of finding some trace of Kit, but thus far had been unsuccessful. He was very much perplexed, having absolutely no clew, and was thinking of starting for Groveton, where the circus was billed to appear that evening. He was walking in an undecided way, and never thought of noticing the little girl who stood staring at him. Indeed he was so used to being stared at that he took it as a matter of course, and did not think of giving the curious gazer a second glance. But his attention was called by a low, half frightened voice. "Mr. Giant!" "Well, little girl, what do you want?" he asked. "Are you looking for anybody?" asked Janet, first glancing carefully around, to make sure that she was not likely to be overheard. "Yes," answered Achilles, quickly. "I am looking for a boy." "A circus boy?" "Yes; do you know where he is?" "Come nearer! I don't want anybody to hear what I say." "All right, my little maid! Is the boy alive and well?" "Yes, he was two hours ago." "Where is he?" "I don't know where he is now." Achilles looked disappointed. "Tell me all you know," he said. "My father and Bob Stubbs took him last night, and shut him up in a lonely cabin on the hill." "Where is the cabin?" "He isn't there now. I let him out." "Good for you, little girl! You're a trump. You're a great deal better than your father. Do you know where the boy went?" "I will tell you where I told him to go." "Where is your father now? Is he at work?" "No; the mine is shut down." "How did you know that the boy was in the cabin?" "I heard father tell where he was last night, when he was at supper. So I got up very early, and stole out to release him, for I was afraid father might kill him. He said he meant to punish him for what you did. He said he would rather get at you." "He's quite welcome to, if he wants to," answered Achilles, grimly. "On the whole I wouldn't advise him to tackle me." "He thought you had gone on with the circus." "I should have done so if I hadn't missed Kit." "Yes; he told me his name was Kit." "Was he tied?" "Yes; I took a knife with me and cut the ropes." "The poor fellow must have passed an uncomfortable night." "Yes, he said so." "He must have been very glad to see you." "Yes, he was. I am only afraid of one thing." "What is that?" "Father and the other man left the house more than half an hour ago to go to the cabin. When they find him gone, they will be very angry." "Like as not."