small country town, where there were few amusements, and so I know
very little of such things. I never saw a magical entertainment in my
life."

"Didn't you, indeed? Then you shall see me perform to-night. I am to
give a magical soiree in Conway, the town we are coming to."

"I should like it very much, Mr. ----" and Harry paused in doubt.

"I am called Professor Hemenway--Hiram Hemenway," said the magician.

"Do you like your business?" asked Harry, curiously.

"Why shouldn't I? I have a chance to travel. The people appreciate my
efforts and reward me generously."

By a fortunate accident Harry happened to turn in his seat and look
through a small window in the back part of the wagon. What he saw
startled him. In a buggy, ten rods back, he recognized his late
guardian and Joel. They were making good speed, and were doubtless in
pursuit of him.

Harry quickly imparted his discovery to his companion.

"Don't let them capture me!" he said.

"I should like to see him do it," responded the professor. "Get into
the back part of the wagon, and crouch down."

Harry did as directed.