“No; I don't care where you go.”
“I reckon Herbert won't go with you.”
“And I reckon he will. That is Dr. Stone's, isn't it? Never mind answering. I know well enough it is.”
“He'll have bub sure,” said Abner, disconsolately. “But I'll follow 'em, and I'll get him away, as sure as my name's Abner Barton.”
CHAPTER XXXVIII — FORD TAKES A BOLD STEP, BUT FAILS
“I wish to see Miss Stone,” said Willis Ford, to the servant.
“I'll tell her. What name shall I say?”
“Never mind about the name. I wish to see her on business of importance.”
“I don't like his looks,” thought the maid. “Shure he talks as if he was the boss.”