eak, he was sick--too sick with bitterness and
hate and shame and rage even to care to go into Cis's room to see in
what condition Big Tom had left it. He knew now that the rough handling
that he had feared for himself, though it would have been hard enough to
endure, was less than nothing when compared with what he had suffered in
seeing Mr. Perkins insulted, and ordered out.

He began to talk to himself aloud: "Good turns don't work! I'm sorry I
ever done him one! I'll never do him another, y' betcher life!" Black
discouragement possessed him. What good did it do any one to treat a man
like Barber well? "Why, he's worse'n that mean Will Atkins that Crusoe
hates!" he declared. "And the first time I git a chance, away I'll go,
Mister Tom Barber, and this time I won't _never_ come back!"

"Sh!" whispered old Grandpa. "Sh!" The faded blue eyes were full of
fear.

Johnnie fed the old soldier and got him to sleep. Then he tapped the
basket signal up to Mrs. Kukor's. He had found the bed roll undisturbed,
and knew that Big Tom had not discovered his treasures. But he would not
take any further chances. When the basket came swinging slowly down, he
called a brief explanation to the little Jewish lady. When the basket
went up, it swung heavily, for his six precious books were in it.

Now he had no time, and no inclination, for reading. And he had no
patience for any law that aimed to stand in his way. (Big Tom had driven
Mr. Perkins from the flat; also, he had just about swept the place clean
of every good result that the scoutmaster had worked.) What Johnnie felt
urged to do seemed the only thing that could lessen all that rage and
shame, that hate and bitterness, which was pent up in his thin little
body.

"So I can't ever be a scout, eh?" he demanded. "Well, you watch me!" He
planted the kitchen with a trackless forest through which boomed a wind
off Lake Champlain. The forest was dark, mysterious. Through it,
stealing on soft, moccasined feet, went Johnnie and the cruel Magua,
following the trail of the fleeing and terrified longshoreman.

They caught him. They bound him. And now the _Hispaniola_ came into
sight across the Lake, her sails full spread as she hurried to receive
her prisoner. Johnnie and Magua put Barber aboard. The latter pleaded
earnestly, but no one listened. Again the ship set sail, bound for that
Island which had yielded up its treasure to Captain Smollet's crew. On
this Island, Big Tom was set dow