Phil offered to do something to pay for the
slender meal, but the woman refused and bade him be on his way.
"I don't blame her. I must be a tough looking customer," grinned
the boy, again climbing the fence and starting along the track.
He fought shy of villages during daylight, fearing that he might
be arrested for vagrancy and locked up. That would defeat
his plans.
"I simply must get to Corinto and warn Mr. Sparling," he gritted.
"He doesn't know the plans these people have to harm him. If it
were not for that I wouldn't try to go any further today.
I could get somebody to help me out for a day or so, until I
could write to Mr. Sparling."
Now and then he met a tramp or two, but none that he thought
looked any more disreputable than he himself did. He passed the
time of day pleasantly, with such, and continued on his way.
Late in the evening he once more lay down for a rest. But Phil
did not permit himself to sleep long. He feared he should not
be able to wake up until morning if he did, and then he never
would reach the show town in time to warn Mr. Sparling of the
impending danger.
At daylight he was still ten miles from his destination.
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