you a sore trial; perhaps they are glad you are not at home. But until I am sure of that I consider it my duty to keep an eye on you. I want you to come along with us to-day."
"I know where you are going. This girl has told me," said the light-haired youth, nodding at Ruth. "You're going up to Scarboro."
"Yes. And I propose to take you with us. We'll see whether your mother wants you or not."
"You don't know what you're doing, sir!" gasped Fred Hatfield, crouching down upon the step.
"I certainly do not know what I am doing," admitted Mr. Cameron. "But that is your fault, not mine. If you would trust us"
"I can't!" cried the boy, shaking as though with a chill.
"Then, you come along, young man," commanded the merchant.
He put a hand upon Fred's shoulder and the boy wriggled out from under it and started to run. But Tom had got out of the automobile and seemed rather expecting this move. He sprang for the other boy and held him.
"Here! hold on!" he cried. "Put on this old overcoat of mine that I've brought along, It's going to be cold riding. Put it on—and then get into the auto with us. Aw, come on! What
