He did the heavy work that really belonged to Hanks, so that Carl might escape it. He did even more than had been done by either boy before he came, for the carrying of the cloth had been imposed upon him. Fred did not know this for some time, until Jack Hickey, the "Jolly Scourer," said to him one day: "Me b'y, why do ye let that ould spalpane crowd ye so?" "Why, what do you mean?" inquired young Worthington, who wanted to draw out his friend of the Emerald Isle. "I mane about luggin' the cloth. Sure, an' no b'y but ye has ever done it." "I thought it was a part of my work; he told me to do it the first morning I came in, and no one ever spoke to me about it before." "Oh, by St. Patrick, he'd loaf on ye if he could--the old sour mouth." This opened Fred's eyes still further, and when he saw Carl he said to him: "Why didn't you tell me that it wasn't my work to lug the cloth down?" "Because Mr. Hanks told me that he was going to make you do it, and threatened me if I told you; and I didn't want to do anything to displease him." "Well, it is all right; I am glad you didn't do anything to make him treat you worse, but there may be a time ahead for a reckoning between him and me. I know of other tricks of his, and I'll make good use of my information when the time comes." "I hope you won't have a fuss with him and leave the flockers. My work is so much easier now," replied Carl anxiously. "Oh, no; I guess I won't leave them right away," returned Fred. "I am glad if you are getting along better than you did before I came." "Oh, yes, I am; and my back isn't so lame now I don't lift any; but I don't seem to get strong. It seems as if I couldn't do the heavy work anymore if I tried." "I am indeed sorry," said Fred sympathetically, "but I hope you don't get so tired as you did. If you do not, and think you are strong enough, I would like to have you come up to my house evenings and study with me. I think you spoke as if you would like a better education. I thought that night, after we were talking about it, that I would ask you to do this, and I have been waiting for you to get stronger; but you have looked so tired all the time that I kept putting off speaking about it till now." As the little cripple thought of the previous kind acts of Fred, and listened to his new proposal to teach him, his eyes grew moist with gratitude, and a crystal drop stole down his thin, pale cheek. He said nothing for a moment or two, but that silent tear meant more to our young friend than words could have expressed. It seemed to him that at no time in his life had his own heart been so large and his sympathy for others so great. Presently Carl replied: "Oh, I should be so glad of such a chance, but I am afraid it would trouble you too much." "No, that's nothing. It would do me good to review my studies, and, moreover, I should find a pleasure in feeling that I was really doing you a good turn."