So, while Mr. Huxter got inside, John took a seat beside the driver.
"Where are you going, John?" asked the driver, who knew everybody in the village, and was on intimate terms with all.
"I'm going away with the gentleman who has just got inside," said John.
"Where does he live?"
"I don't know the name of the place," said our hero, suspecting that Hardscrabble was only a local appellation.
"Be gone long?"
"Not more than a week."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Oakley watched the receding stage with satisfaction. When it was out of sight, she entered the house.
"Now," said she, "I'll look for the will without John Oakley to spy upon me."