<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>
<h3>GOOD-BYE TO WOODVILLE.</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Bertha</span> often walked to the Glen before breakfast,
and Noddy expected to find her there on the
present occasion. As she did not appear, he followed
the path toward Woodville, and actually
reached the lawn which surrounded the mansion before
he thought of the danger he incurred. But it
was breakfast time in the servants' quarters, and he
was not seen.</p>
<p>Keeping on the outskirts of the lawn, where he
could make good his retreat in case of necessity, he
walked nearly around to the pier, and was so fortunate
as to discover Bertha at the turn of a winding
path, near his route. The sight of her filled him
with emotion, and brought to his mind the remembrance
of the many happy days he had spent in her
presence. He could hardly restrain the tears which
the thought of leaving the place brought to his eyes,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</SPAN></span>
though Noddy was not given to the feminine custom
of weeping.</p>
<p>"Miss Bertha," said he, as she approached the
spot where he stood.</p>
<p>She started back with alarm; but he stepped forward
from the concealment of the bushes, and with
a smile of pleasure she recognized him.</p>
<p>"Why, Noddy, is that you?" said she, walking
towards the spot where he stood.</p>
<p>"It's me, Miss Bertha; but I suppose you don't
want to see me now."</p>
<p>"I am very glad to see you. What did you go
away for?"</p>
<p>"Because they were going to put me in the court-house."</p>
<p>"In the court-house!" exclaimed Bertha, who was
better acquainted with legal affairs than her pupil.</p>
<p>"Yes, for setting the boat-house afire."</p>
<p>"I don't think they intended to take you to the
court-house."</p>
<p>"O, I know they did. I have had two constables
after me; but I got away from them. Besides,
I heard Squire Wriggs say they were going to take
me to the court-house. I heard him say so myself."</p>
<p>"Perhaps it is so," said Bertha, musing. "Squire<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span>
Wriggs came to see father yesterday morning. They
went out together, and were speaking of you as they
left the house."</p>
<p>"I'm glad you didn't have anything to do with it,"
said Noddy, delighted to find that Bertha was not
one of his persecutors.</p>
<p>Then, with the utmost simplicity, and apparently
with the feeling that he was a persecuted youth, he
told her everything that had occurred from the time
he first saw Mr. Grant and Squire Wriggs on the
lawn.</p>
<p>"I don't know what my father's plans are," said
Bertha, sadly; "but he thinks it is no longer safe to
permit you to roam about the place. He is afraid
you will set the house on fire, or do some other terrible
thing."</p>
<p>"But I wouldn't, Miss Bertha," protested Noddy.</p>
<p>"Why did you do such a wicked thing?"</p>
<p>"I couldn't help it."</p>
<p>"Yes, you could, Noddy. That's only making a
bad matter worse. Of course you could help setting
a building on fire."</p>
<p>"It wasn't my fault, Miss Bertha," stammered he;
"I can't explain it now—perhaps some time I may;<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
and when you understand it, you won't think so bad
of me."</p>
<p>"If there is anything about it I don't know, why
don't you tell me?" added Bertha, mystified by his
strange remark.</p>
<p>"I can't say anything now. Please don't ask me
anything about it, Miss Bertha. I'm not half so
much to blame as you think I am; but I set the fire,
and they are after me for it. They have used all
sorts of tricks to catch me; but I'm not going into
any court-house, or any tinker's shop."</p>
<p>"What tricks do you mean?"</p>
<p>"They said they had a lot of money for me, and
that Squire Wriggs wouldn't do me any harm."</p>
<p>"Well, I don't know anything about that. Father
went over to Whitestone with Squire Wriggs, after
you ran away. He went over again last night, after
he came from the city, and I haven't seen him for
more than a moment since."</p>
<p>"He is going to send me to the court-house," said
Noddy, fully satisfied that Bertha knew nothing
about the proceedings of her father. "I am going to
sea, now."</p>
<p>"To sea, Noddy?"<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes, I'm going to work and win, as you told me,
and when I come back I shall be respectable."</p>
<p>Bertha had her doubts on this point. She had
almost lost all hope of her <i>protégé</i>, and she did not
think that a voyage in the forecastle of a ship would
be likely to improve his manners or his morals.</p>
<p>"I can't let you go, Noddy," said she.</p>
<p>"I must go; if I stay here they will put me in
prison. You don't want to see me put in prison,
Bertha."</p>
<p>"I don't."</p>
<p>"Then what can I do? The officers are after me
this moment."</p>
<p>"But I shall have to tell my father that I have
seen you."</p>
<p>"You may do that; and you may tell him, too, that
it won't be any use for him to try to find me, for I
shall keep out of the way. If they catch me they
will be smarter than I am," added Noddy, confidently.</p>
<p>"I want to see you again, Noddy, after I have
talked with father about you. I don't believe he
intends to send you to prison."</p>
<p>"I know he does. I come over here to see you before
I went away. I couldn't go without seeing you,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
or I shouldn't have come. I may never see you
again, for I shan't run any more risks after this."</p>
<p>Bertha said all she could to induce him to meet
her again; but the cunning youth was afraid that
some trap might be set to catch him, and he assured
her that this was positively his last appearance at
Woodville for the present. He was satisfied that Mr.
Grant had taken the case into his own hands, and
that she could not save him if she would.</p>
<p>"Now, good-bye, Miss Bertha," said he, wiping a
tear from his face.</p>
<p>"Don't go, Noddy," pleaded she.</p>
<p>"I must."</p>
<p>"You haven't any clothes but those you have on,
and you have no money."</p>
<p>"I don't want any. I can get along very well.
Won't you shake hands with me before I go?"</p>
<p>"Certainly, I will," replied she, giving him her
hand. "You will not let me do anything for you
now?"</p>
<p>"You have done more than I deserve. Good-bye,
Miss Bertha," said he, pressing the hand he held.</p>
<p>"Good-bye, Noddy," replied she. "Good-bye,
if you must go."</p>
<p>"There comes your father," exclaimed he, as he<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</SPAN></span>
bounded off into the grove with the speed of an antelope.</p>
<p>"Was that Noddy?" asked Mr. Grant, as he
joined Bertha a few minutes later.</p>
<p>"Yes, father."</p>
<p>"Why didn't you tell me he was here, Bertha?"</p>
<p>"He came but a few moments ago. He came to
bid me good-bye."</p>
<p>"Where is he going?"</p>
<p>"He is going to sea. He says you intend to take
him to the court-house."</p>
<p>"This is very unfortunate. A most remarkable
event in regard to the boy has occurred, which I
haven't time to tell you about now. It is very important
that I should find him at once."</p>
<p>"I don't think you can catch him. He is very
much afraid of being sent to prison."</p>
<p>"I had no intention of sending him to prison,"
laughed Mr. Grant.</p>
<p>"But he heard Squire Wriggs say he must take
him over to the court."</p>
<p>"That was for another matter—in a word, to have
a guardian appointed, for Noddy will be a rich man
when he is of age."</p>
<p>"Noddy?" exclaimed Bertha.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Yes; but I haven't a moment to spare. I have
been at work on his affairs since yesterday morning.
They are all right now; and all we want to
enable us to complete the business is the presence of
the boy."</p>
<p>"Poor fellow! He is terribly worked up at the
idea of going to the court-house, or even to a tinker's
shop, as he calls it."</p>
<p>"Well, he is running away from his own fortune
and happiness; and I must find him."</p>
<p>"I hope you will, father," said Bertha, earnestly,
as Mr. Grant hastened away to organize a pursuit of
the refugee.</p>
<p>All the male servants on the place were summoned,
and several started off in the direction in
which Noddy had retreated. The boatman and others
were sent off in the boats; and the prospect was,
that the fugitive would be captured within a few
hours. As our story relates more especially to the
runaway himself, we shall follow him, and leave the
well-meaning people of Woodville to pursue their investigations
alone.</p>
<p>When Noddy discovered Mr. Grant, he was satisfied
that the gentleman saw him, for he quickened
his pace, and walked towards the place where he stood<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</SPAN></span>
holding Bertha's hand. He ran with all his might
by the familiar paths till he reached the Glen. There
were, at present, no signs of a pursuit; but he was
confident that it would not be delayed, and he did
not even stop to take breath. Rushing down to the
water, he embarked in the skiff, and rowed up the
river, taking care to keep in shore, where he could
not be seen from below.</p>
<p>Above Van Alstine's Island, he crossed the river,
and began to work his way down; but the white sails
of the Greyhound were seen, with all the boats belonging
to the estate, headed up stream. They were
chasing him in earnest, and he saw that it was not
safe to remain on the river.</p>
<p>"Do you know where Mr. Grover lives?" he asked
of a ragged boy who was fishing on the bank of the
river.</p>
<p>"Below Whitestone?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"Will you take this boat down there?"</p>
<p>"I will," replied the boy, glad of the job, and willing
to do it without any compensation.</p>
<p>Noddy had taken off the tights belonging to the
circus company, and rolled them up in a bundle. In
order to be as honest as Bertha had taught him to be,<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</SPAN></span>—though
he was not always so particular,—he engaged
the boy to leave them at the circus tent.</p>
<p>The boy got into the boat, and began his trip down
the river. Noddy felt that he had been honest, and
he was rather proud of the record he was to leave
behind him; for it did not once occur to him that
borrowing the boat without leave was only a little
better than stealing it, even if he did return it.</p>
<p>The servants at Woodville and the constables at
Whitestone were on his track, and he had no time to
spare. Taking a road leading from the river, he
walked away from it as fast as he could. About three
miles distant, he found a road leading to the northward;
and thinking it better to suffer by excess of
prudence than by the want of it, he took this direction,
and pursued his journey till he was so tired he
could go no farther.</p>
<p>A farmer on the road gave him some dinner; and
when he had rested himself, he resumed his walk. At
sunset he reached a large town on the river, where he
felt safe from pursuit until he saw the flaming hand-bills
of the Great Olympian Circus, which was almost
as bad as meeting one of the constables, for these
worthies would expect to find him at the tent, and
probably were on the watch for him.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Noddy was too tired to walk any farther that day.
He wanted to reach some large seaport, like New
York or Boston, where he could find a vessel bound
on a foreign voyage. He was almost afraid to go to
the former city, for he had heard about the smart
detectives they have there, who catch any person
guilty of crime, though they never saw him before.
He had told Bertha that he intended to go to sea;
and he was afraid that Mr. Grant would be on the
watch for him, or set some of these detectives to
catch him, if he went there.</p>
<p>It was almost time for the steamers for Albany,
which went up in the night, to reach the town, and
he determined to go on board of one, and proceed as
far up the river as he could with the small sum of
money in his possession. He soon found the landing-place,
and presently a steamer came along.</p>
<p>"Where do you want to go, boy?" asked one of
the officers of the boat.</p>
<p>"I want to go to Albany; but I haven't money
enough to pay my fare."</p>
<p>"How much money have you got?"</p>
<p>"Thirty-five cents. I will go as far as that will
pay my fare."</p>
<p>"That will only be to the next landing-place."<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Couldn't you give me some work to do, to pay my
fare up to Albany?"</p>
<p>The officer happened to be rather pleased with
Noddy, and told him he might stand by and help
land the baggage at the stopping-places. He gave the
little wanderer some supper in the mess-room, after
the boat got off, and Noddy was as grateful as though
the man had given him a gold mine. When the
steamer made another landing, he worked with all his
might, and was highly commended for his skill and
activity.</p>
<p>And so he passed the night, sleeping between the
stoppages, and working like a mule at every landing.
In the morning the boat reached Albany, and the
officer gave him his breakfast with the engineers.
Noddy felt safe from pursuit now; he went on shore,
and walked about the city, thinking what he should
do next.<span class='pagenum'><SPAN name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</SPAN></span></p>
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