"I don't believe I'll go, thank you," he said.
"Why not?" asked Mrs. Brown. "Don't you feel well? Don't you like to walk in the woods, Tom?"
"Oh, yes'm, I like the woods, and I feel fine. I never had such good things to eat as I've had in this camp."
"Then why don't you want to come with us?"
"Well—er—well, because, you see that farmer I worked for lives over near the waterfall, and maybe he'll catch me if I go there."
"Oh, I won't let him catch you!" exclaimed Mr. Brown. "Come along, Tom. I'll look after you."
Then Tom came out of his hiding plpce, where he had gone after he heard Mrs. Brown say they were going to the fall. Soon the party of campers were marching through the woods, Tom holding Bunny's hand, while Bunker Blue looked after Sue.
The waterfall was very pretty, the water from a small river falling down over green, mossy rocks, into a deep glen, foaming and bubbling. Mrs. Brown took some pictures
