The general appearance of the building satisfied Rudolph that it was deserted.
A rod to the east there was a well, open to the view; the curb having decayed, and being in a ruined condition, Rudolph looked down into it, and judged that it might be about twenty feet deep.
A diabolical suggestion came to him. If he could only lure Tony to this well and dispose of him forever.
I’ll do it,” he muttered to himself.
Meantime, Tony drove rapidly to Thornton and sought the purchaser of the buggy. There was a delay of half
an hour in finding him, but at last his business was done, and he set out for home.
It was not quite so amusing leading the horse as sitting in a buggy and driving him. But all our pleasures have to be paid for, and Tony was ready to pay the price for this one. After all, he reflected, it was quite as amusing as working about the stable yard, especially after it occurred to him to mount the animal.
Everything went smoothly till he entered the woody part of the road.
Now I shall be home soon,” he said to himself. “But, hello! who’s that?” as a figure stepped out from the side of the road. “Oh, it’s the Quaker. I wonder what brought him here?”
“Friend, is thee in a hurry?” asked the impostor.