“Well, there's the walk there and back, and then again there's the time.”
“You can mount the horse going.”
“I guess fifty cents'll about pay me.”
Mr. Holden took out his pocketbook and paid the required sum.
“By the way,” he said, as if incidentally, “who is the chairman of the selectmen in the village of Waverley?”
“You ain't thinkin' of takin' that boy, be you?” said the other, curiously.
“I've had enough to do with him; I don't want ever to lay eyes on him again.”
“Well, I dunno as I should, if I was you,” said the countryman, rather slyly.
“You haven't answered my question yet,” said Holden, impatiently.
“Oh, about the cheerman of the selectmen. It's Captain Joseph Ross.”