Mr. Morton, too, was completely wet through, with the exception
of his coat, and but for John's apparent inability to go home
alone, would at once have returned to his boarding-house to
exchange his wet clothes for dry ones.
It so happened that Squire Haynes was sitting at a front window,
and saw Mr. Morton and his son as they entered the gate and came
up the graveled walk. He had never met Mr. Morton, and was
surprised now at seeing him in John's company. He had conceived a
feeling of dislike to the young man, for which he could not
account, while at the same time he felt a strong curiosity to
know more of him.
When they came nearer, he perceived the drenched garments, and
went to the door himself to admit them.
"What's the matter, John?" he demanded hastily, with a
contraction of the eyebrows.
"I'm wet!" said John shortly.
"It is easy to see that. But how came you so wet?"
"I've been in the river," answered John, who did not seem
disposed to volunteer any particulars of his adventure.
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