One afternoon he was told that his clothes were ready, and that he might put them on the next morning.  This was a disagreeable announcement; for Bobby saw that, with the uniform of the institution upon his back, his chance of escape would be very slight.  But about sunset, he was sent by the superintendent’s lady to deliver a note at a house in the vicinity.

“Now or never!” said Bobby to himself, after he had left the house.  “Now’s my time.”

As he passed the gate, he secured his money, and placed it in the secret receptacle of his jacket.  After he had delivered the letter, he took the road and hastened off in the direction of the wood.  His heart beat wildly at the prospect of once more meeting his mother, after nearly four weeks’ absence.  Annie Lee would welcome him; she would not believe that he was a thief.

He had been four days an inmate of the Reform School, and nothing but the hope of soon attaining his liberty had kept his spirits from drooping.  He had not for a moment despaired of getting away.

He reached the entrance to the wood, and taking a cart path, began to penetrate its hidden depths.  The night darkened upon him; he heard the owl screech his dismal note, and the whip-poor-will chant his cheery song.  A certain sense of security now pervaded his mind, for the darkness concealed him from the world, and he had placed six good miles between him and the prison, as he considered it.

He walked on, however, till he came to what seemed to be the end of the wood, and he hoped to reach the blue ocean he had seen in the distance before morning.  Leaving the forest, he emerged into the open country.  There was here and there a house before him; but the aspect of the country seemed strangely familiar to him.  He could not understand it.  He had never been in this part of the country before; yet there was a great house with two barns by the side of it, which he was positive he had seen before.

He walked across the field a little farther, when, to his astonishment and dismay, he beheld the lofty turrets of the State Reform School.  He had been walking in a circle, and had come out of the forest near the place where he had entered it.

Bobby, as the reader has found out by this time, was a philosopher as well as a hero; and instead of despairing or wasting his precious time in vain regrets at his mistake, he laughed a little to himself at the blunder, and turned back into the woods again.

“Now or never!” muttered he.  “It will never do to give it up so.”

For an hour he walked on, with his eyes fixed on a great bright star in the sky.  Then he found that the cart path crooked round, and he discovered where he had made his blunder.  Leaving the road, he made his way in a straight line, still guided by the star, till he came to a large sheet of water.

The sheet of water was an effectual barrier to his farther progress; indeed, he was so tired, he did not feel able to walk any more.  He deemed himself safe from immediate pursuit in this secluded place.  He needed rest, and he foresaw that the next few days would be burdened with fatigue and hardship which he must be prepared to meet.