“Is he easy to manage?” asked John Blake.
“Well, some folks might find trouble with him,” said Fox, complacently. “The fact is, gentlemen, I don’t mind telling you that he’s been trying to buck agin’ his guardeen a’ready. Where do you think I left him?” continued Fox, chuckling.
“Where?”
“Up in the attic, locked up in his chamber. I’m goin’ to feed him on bread and water a while, just to show him what sort of a man John Fox is.”
A grin overspread the face of Eben Bond, who had just looked out of the front window.
“So you left him in the attic, hey?” he said, waggishly.
“Yes, I did. Do you mean to say I didn’t?”
“I’m willin’ to bet he isn’t there now.”
“You just tell me what you mean, Eben Bond!” said John Fox, provoked.
“I mean that I saw that boy of yours go by the tavern only two minutes since.”