She told Miss Stone, however, that a gentleman wished to see her, who would not tell his name.
Miss Stone was in Herbert's chamber, and the boy—now nearly well, quite well, in fact, but for a feeling of languor and weakness—heard the message.
“What is he like?” he asked, anxiously.
“He's slender like, with black hair and a black mustache, and he talks like he was the master of the house.”
“I think it is Willis Ford,” said Herbert, turning pale.
“The man who abducted you?” ejaculated Miss Stone.
“Yes, the same man. Don't let him take me away,” implored Herbert.
“I wish my brother were here,” said Miss Stone, anxiously.
“Won't he be here soon?”
“I am afraid not. He has gone on a round of calls. Bridget, tell the young man I will be down directly.”