Abner hurried up to the house, chuckling as he went, while the agent strolled slowly toward the road, viewing the farm as he walked. Abner found no one in the house, and this made him wonder. But he had no time to delay just then, so, donning his coat, he was standing waiting as the car stopped at the gate.
It did not take long to speed into Glucom. Abner compared this trip with the toilsome one he and Zeb had made the night before, and he decided that he would have a car of his own when he was able.
"Where shall we go?" the agent asked, as he swung the car into the main street.
"To the station," Abner replied.
And to the station they sped, and when Abner stepped out he went at once into the office. There he found Sam, who greeted him like a long-lost brother, and offered him a chair.
"Can't set down, Sam," Abner told him. "I want Jerry; where is he?"
"In Dingman's barn. He let me have the use of it for a few days. You'll find Jerry all right and in good condition."
Sam was much surprised at Abner's excited manner, and he watched him through the window as he spoke to the stranger in the car, and then hurried up the street.
"What in time is Abner up to now, I wonder. Surely he's not going to sell his horse."
It did not take Abner long to find Jerry, and when mounted upon the waggon, he drove proudly back to the station to the expectant agent.