scoundrel?"

"Pardon me, sir," said James, quietly; "my brother made no faces at you.
We merely thought that you might be willing to assist in carrying our
luggage."

"I assist you in carrying your luggage!  A good joke!  But I see you are
not quite what I took you for; and if you'll stand a nobbler or two, I
don't mind calling a porter for you, and showing you to a slap-up inn to
suit you," said the man, his manner completely changing.  "You'll have
to pay the porter pretty handsomely, my new chums!  People don't work
for nothing in this country."

While they were hesitating about accepting the man's offer to get a
porter, thinking that there could be no harm in that, a country lad, Sam
Green by name, who had come out asof being
crushed by falling branches.  Now he thought he saw an opening on one
side, now on the other; but each time he was disappointed.  He
discovered, however, that he had got out of the track, and when he began
to consider in which direction he should go, he was under the somewhat
painful feeling that he had lost his way.  He put his hand in his pocket
to examine his compass; it was not there.  Again and again he searched
for it; nowhere was it to be found.  It had undoubtedly been jerked out
of his pocket during some of the violent springs his steed had made when
frightened by the lightning.  He had not the remotest hope of finding it
on the ground, and would therefore not waste time