Upon this scheme John finally settled as the one promising the most amusement to himself and annoyance to his enemy, as he chose to regard Frank.  He felt quite averse, however, to doing the work himself.  In the first place, it must be done by night, and he could not absent himself from the house at a late hour without his father’s knowledge.  Again, he knew there was a risk of being caught, and it would not sound very well if noised abroad that the son of Squire Haynes had gone out by night and let loose a neighbor’s pigs.

He cast about in his mind for a confederate, and after awhile settled upon a boy named Dick Bumstead.

This Dick had the reputation of being a scape-grace and a ne’er-do-well.  He was about the age of John Haynes, but had not attended school for a couple of years, and, less from want of natural capacity than from indolence, knew scarcely more than a boy of ten.  His father was a shoemaker, and had felt obliged to keep his son at home to assist him in the shop.  He did not prove a very efficient assistant, however, being inclined to shirk duty whenever he could.

It was upon this boy that John Haynes fixed as most likely to help him in his plot.  On his way home from school the next afternoon, he noticed Dick loitering along a little in advance.

“Hold on, Dick,” he called out, in a friendly voice, at the same time quickening his pace.

Dick turned in some surprise, for John Haynes had a foolish pride, which had hitherto kept him very distant toward those whom he regarded as standing lower than himself in the social scale.

“How are you, John?” he responded, putting up the knife with which he had been whittling.

“All right.  What are you up to nowadays?”

“Working in the shop,” said Dick, shrugging his shoulders.  “I wish people didn’t wear shoes, for my part.  I’ve helped make my share.  Pegging isn’t a very interesting operation.”

“No,” said John, with remarkable affability.  “I shouldn’t think there’d be much fun in it.”

“Fun!  I guess not.  For my part, I’d be willing to go barefoot, if other people would, for the sake of getting rid of pegging.”

“I suppose you have some time to yourself, though, don’t you?”

“Precious little.  I ought to be in the shop now.  Father sent me down to the store for some awls, and he’ll be fretting because I don’t get back.  I broke my awl on purpose,” said Dick, laughing, “so as to get a chance to run out a little while.”

“I suppose your father gives you some of the money that you earn, doesn’t he?’ inquired John.

“A few cents now and then; that’s all.  He says everything is so high nowadays that it takes all we can both of us earn to buy food and clothes.  So if a fellow wants a few cents now and then to buy a cigar, he can’t have ’em.”

John was glad to hear this.  He felt that he could the more readily induce Dick to assist him in his plans.