Ford's eyes sparkled with exultation. He had succeeded in his quest, and once more Herbert was in his hands, or would be very soon.
He inquired the way to Dr. Stone's. Everybody knew where the doctor lived, and he had no trouble in securing the information he sought. Indeed, before he reached the house, he caught sight of Abner, walking in the same direction with himself, but a few rods ahead.
He quickened his pace, and laid his hand on the boy's shoulder.
Abner turned, and an expression of dismay overspread his face.
“Ha, my young friend! I see that you remember me,” said Ford, ironically.
“Well, what do you want?” asked Abner, sullenly.
“You know well enough. I want the boy you have persuaded to run away with you.”
“I didn't persuade him.”
“Never mind about quibbling. I know where the boy is, and I mean to have him.”
“Do you want me, too?”