Duke caught him up.
“Silly Toby,” he cried, “it’s Tim. You must learn to know Tim;” and old Barbara coming up by this time and speaking to the boy in a friendly tone, poor Toby’s misgivings were satisfied, and he set to work to wagging his tail in a slightly subdued manner.
Then came explanations on both sides. Tim had to tell how he had slipped himself out through the window, narrow as it was, and how, thanks to an old water-butt and some loose bricks in the wall, he had scrambled down like a cat, and made off as fast as his legs would carry him to the place where he had left the children.
“And when you wasn’t there I was fairly beat—I was,” he said. “I knowed they hadn’t had time to find you—perlice I mean—but I saw as you must have got tired waiting so long. So off I set till I met a woman who told me the way to the Sandle’ham road. I had a fancy you’d ask for it rather than come into the town if you thought they’d cotched me, and I was about right you see.”
“Is this the Sandle’ham road? Oh yes, Barbara told us it was,” said the children. “But us didn’t know it was. Us just runned and runned when us saw the policeman, us was so frightened.”
“But us was going back to try to get you out of prison if Barbara would have let us,” added Pamela.
Then all about Barbara and Toby had to be explained, and a great weight fell from Tim’s heart when he quite understood that the old woman was a real home friend—that there would no longer be any puzzle or difficulty as to how to do or which way to go, now that they had fallen in with this trusty protector.
“To be sure—well now this are a piece of luck, and no mistake,” he repeated, one big smile lighting up all his pleasant face. But suddenly it clouded over.
“Then, ma’am, if you please, would it be better for me not to come no further? Would I be in the way, maybe?”
The children set up a cry before Barbara had time to reply.
“No, no, Tim; you must come. Grandpapa and Grandmamma will always take care of Tim, ’cos he’s been so good to us—won’t they, Barbara?”
Barbara looked rather anxious. Her own heart had warmed to the orphan boy, but she did not know how far she was justified in making promises for other people.