He looked quite capable of carrying out his threat, and Abel, thoroughly cowed, relapsed into silence.
At length they reached Portville, and Abel, picking up his valise, stepped out of the car.
He looked about him on the platform, thinking he might see his mother, but she was not quite sure as to the train by which Abel would come, and had not come to meet him.
Abel looked about and espied a boy rather younger than himself. It was John Holman.
"Boy," he said, "can you tell me where Mrs. Lane lives?"
"The widow Lane?"
"Yes, she is a widow."
"About half a mile away. You go up this road and take two turns."
"Oh, bother, why didn't she come to meet me? How can I find the way?"
"Come along with me. I am going that way."