This question was also answered. "Thank you, friend," said the giant; "you have done me a favor." "Then won't you do me one?" said Stover. "Who is this boy that so many people are askin' for?" "He is a young acrobat connected with Barlow's circus. But what do you mean by so many people asking about him?" "There was two men here twenty minutes ago, that seemed very anxious to find him." Achilles Henderson heard this with apprehension. He could guess who they were, and what he heard alarmed him for Kit's safety. "Who are they?" he inquired hastily. "Dick Hayden and Bob Stubbs." "Are they miners?" "Yes." "Did you tell them where the boy went?" "Sartin! Why not?" "Because they mean to do the boy a mischief; they may even kill him." "What in creation should they do that for?" "Mr. Stover, I must follow them at once. Have you a team?" "Yes; but I calculated to use it." "I must have it, and I want you to go with me. You may charge what you please. Remember a boy's life may depend on it." "Then you shall have it," said the farmer, "and I'll go with you. I took a likin' to the boy. He was a gentleman, if ever I saw one; and my women folks was mightily taken with him. Dick Hayden and Bob Stubbs are rough kind of men, and I wouldn't trust any one I set store by in their hands. But why----" "Harness your horse, and I'll answer your questions on the way, Mr. Stover." "How do you know my name?" asked Stover, with sudden thought. "I was told by some one as I came along." The farmer lost no time in harnessing his horse, Achilles Henderson lending a hand. The horse seemed rather alarmed, never having seen a giant before, but soon got over his fright. The two men then jumped into the wagon, and set out in search of Kit. Meanwhile our hero had taken his way leisurely along the road. He didn't anticipate being followed, at any rate so soon, and felt under no particular apprehension. He had walked about three miles when a broad branching elm tree tempted him to rest by its shade. He threw himself down on the grass, and indulged in self congratulations upon his escape from his captors. But his congratulation proved to be premature. After a while he raised his eyes and looked carelessly back in the direction from which he had come. What he saw startled him. The two miners, Hayden and Stubbs, had lost no time on the way. They were bent on capturing Kit, in order to revenge themselves upon him. Reaching a little eminence in the road Dick Hayden caught sight of his intended victim sitting under the tree. His eyes gleamed with a wicked light. "There's the kid, Stubbs!" he said. "Stir your stumps, old man, and we'll collar him!"