"But, perhaps," said Harry, "some wicked people have got him, and shut him up in a dungeon. I've read of such things."
"I thought of that too," replied Susan, "but they tell me that couldn't happen now, in this country, at least."
"But if he's dead, what made him die?" said Harry. "Did any body kill him? What should they kill poor Andrew for? He'd no money, had he?"
"No, dear child," said Susan, "if they killed poor Andrew it was not for money."
"Then what was it for ?" asked Harry.
"It's hard to say," replied Susan. "Perhaps he had discovered their wicked intentions—or, perhaps, he was killed in trying to save his master."
"That's it!" cried Harry. "I'd bet any thing that's it! But, Susan, where do you think they put him when they'd killed him?"
"Ah, there's the thing, Master Harry," said Susan. "They've made up their minds that he's a thief and a murderer, and they've offered a reward for his apprehension; but if instead of that they'd offered a reward for his body, perhaps the mystery might be cleared up. And there's the misfortune of being poor,
