"Oh yes; I saw them downtown and follered them."

     "Splendid! Describe them--describe them, my boy!"

     "One's the old deaf and dumb Spaniard that's ben around here once or twice, and t'other's a mean-looking, ragged--"

     "That's enough, lad, we know the men! Happened on them in the woods back of the widow's one day, and they slunk away. Off with you, boys, and tell the sheriff--get your breakfast tomorrow morning!"

     The Welshman's sons departed at once. As they were leaving the room Huck sprang up and exclaimed:

     "Oh, please don't tell anybody it was me that blowed on them! Oh, please!"

     "All right if you say it, Huck, but you ought to have the credit of what you did."

     "Oh no, no! Please don't tell!"

     When the young men were gone, the old Welshman said:

     "They won't tell--and I won't. But why don't you want it known?"