“Nor I. But here we are. Yonder's Barton's house. Will you get out?”
“Yes.”
Abner, who was sitting on a stump, no sooner saw the team stop than he ran into the house, in some excitement, to tell the news.
“Marm,” he said, “there's a team stopped, and there's a man and boy gettin' out; 'spect they're coming here.”
“Lord's sake! Who be they?”
“Dunno.”
“Well, go out and tell 'em I'll see' em in a minute.”
Abner met them in front of the house.
“Are you Joel Barton's son?” asked Ford.
“That's what the old man says,” returned Abner, with a grin.