ing like
a black Witch of Ender just out of the ground, "What you want?"

"I want to come in," said Harry.

"Well, den, come in," said she.

Harry was not slow to enter, and having made Aunt Judy bring him two
candles, which he told her the company would pay for, he set to work to
get his end of the line in working order.

When all was ready, he sat down to the instrument and "called" Harvey.

He felt very anxious as he did this. How could he be sure that Harvey
was there? What a long time for that poor fellow to wait, without having
any assurance that Harry would get across the creek at all, much less
reach his post, and go to work.

"He may suppose I'm drowned," thought Harry, "and he may have gone home
to tell the folks."

But there was such a sterling quality about Harvey that Harry could not
help feeling that he would find him in his place when he telegraphed to
him, no matter how great the delay or how doubtful the passage of the
creek.

But when he called there was no answer.

Still he kept the machine steadily ticking. He would not give up hoping
that Harvey was there, although his heart beat fast with nervous
anxiety. So far, he had not thought that his family might be frightened
about him. _He_ knew he was safe, and that had been enough. He had not
thought about other people.

But as these ideas were running through his head and troubling him
greatly, there came a "tick, tick" from the other side, then more of
them, but they meant nothing. Some one was there who could not work the
instrument.

Then suddenly came a message:

Is that you, Harry?

Joyfully, Harry answered:

Yes. Who wants to know?

The answer was:

Your father. He has just waked me up.--Harvey.

With a light heart, Harry telegraphed, as briefly as possible, an
account of his adventures; and then his father sent a message, telling
him that the family had heard that he had been carried away, and had
been greatly troubled about him, and that men had ridden down the stream
after him, and had not returned, and that he, Mr. Loudon, had just come
to Lewston's cabin, hoping for news by telegraph. Harvey had been there
all day. Mr. Loudon said he would now hurry home with the good news, but
before bidding his son good night, he told him that he must not think of
returning until the creek had fallen. He must stay at Aunt Judy's, or go
over to Hetertown.

When this had been promised, and a message sent to his mother and Kate,
Harry