“He’s off!” shouted Lucas Pritchett. “He’s goin’ to beat ye to it!”
“What are you talking about, Lucas?” demanded ’Phemie.
“Where does your aunt live, Miss Lyddy?” asked the young chemist. “Not at Easthampton?”
“No. At Hambleton. She is at home now—”
“And that Spink just bought a ticket for Hambleton, and has taken the train for that particular burg,” declared Harris, with emphasis. “If I’d only been sure of your Aunt Jane’s address I would have gone with him.”
“Do you really think he’s gone to try to buy the farm of her?” questioned Lyddy.
“I most certainly do. He couldn’t have made connections easily had he started yesterday after you drove him away from Hillcrest. But he’s after the farm.”
“And she’ll sell it! she’ll sell it!” wailed ’Phemie.
“Perhaps not,” ventured Lyddy, but her lips were white.
“He can get an option. That’s enough,” urged Harris. “We’ve got to head him off.”