“Well, no harm has been done.”

“Except breakin’ the winder, ma’am.”

“Never mind; we will have that mended to-morrow.”

“Were you afraid, Andrew?” asked Miss Sophia.

“Not a bit,” answered Andy, valiantly.  “I ain’t afraid of burglars, as long as I have a gun.  I’m a match for ’em.”

“How brave he is!” exclaimed the timid lady.  “We might have been killed in our beds.  I’m glad we hired him, Priscilla.”

“As there is nothing more to do, we had better go to bed.”

“Just so.”

“That’s a bully way to get out of a scrape,” said Andy to himself, as the ladies filed out of his chamber.  “I expected they’d scold me.  Plague take the old gun—­it kicks as bad as a mule.  Oh, Andy, you’re a lucky boy to get off so well.”

The next day Andy obtained permission to take out the gun in the afternoon when his chores were done.

“I want to get used to it, ma’am,” he said.  “It kicked last night.”

“Dear me, did it?” asked Sophia.  “I didn’t know guns kicked.  What do they kick with?  They haven’t got any legs.”

Andy explained as well as he could what he meant by the gun’s kicking, and said it was because it had not been used for a good while, and needed to be taken out.

“It needs exercise, just like horses, ma’am,” he said.

“That is singular, Andrew,” said Priscilla.

“Just so,” observed her sister.

“It’s a fact, ma’am,” said Andy.  “It gets skittish, just like horses—­but if I take it out sometimes, it’ll be all right.”

“Very well, you may take it, only be careful.”

“Oh, I’ll be careful, ma’am,” said Andy, with alacrity.

“Now, I’ll have some fun,” he said to himself.

He found a supply of powder and some shot in the closet, and proceeded to appropriate them.

“Come back in time for supper, Andrew,” said Miss Priscilla.

“Yes, ma’am, I’m always on hand at meal times,” answered our hero.

“That’s because he’s hungry,” said Sophia, brilliantly.

“You’re right, ma’am,” said Andy; “my stomach always tells me when it’s supper time.”

“It’s as good as a watch,” said Priscilla, smiling.

“And a good deal cheaper,” observed Sophia, with another brilliant idea.

Andy started up the road with his gun over his shoulder.  It was his intention after going a little distance to strike into the fields, and make for some woods not far away, where he thought there would be a good chance for birds or squirrels.  He hadn’t gone many steps before he encountered Godfrey Preston, his antagonist of three days previous.

Now, Godfrey hadn’t seen or heard anything of Andy since that day.  He had learned from his mother with great satisfaction that she had discharged Mrs. Burke from her employment, as this, he imagined, would trouble Andy.  But of Andy himself he knew nothing, and was not aware that he had already secured a place.  When he saw our hero coming along, his curiosity led him to stop and find out, if he could, where he was going with the gun he carried on his shoulder, and where he obtained it.  So he looked intently at Andy, waiting for him to speak, but Andy preferred to leave that to him.