"We will argue the point, Charley," said Dick.
He at last allowed me to remain till the following day. He had been so
well supplied with food, that he was able to give me as much as I
required. I spent half the night sitting up talking to him, and had the
satisfaction of seeing that my visit was doing him good, his complaint
being more the result of anxiety and ill-treatment than anything else.
"I scarcely know what to advise you to do, Charley," he said. "If you
are caught here, you may be hardly dealt with, and yet I don't like to
tell you to leave me; though, as you say the people you have been living
with have treated you well, it will be best for you to make your way
back to them."
"Come what will, I am not going to run away and leave you while you are
sick and helpless," I answered. "God will take care of me if I ask Him;
you have often told me that, and so I will say my prayers and go to
sleep."