“He's over in the three-acre lot. Was you wantin' to see him?”
“I should like to. Is the field far away?”
“No, it's just behind the house.”
“Then I guess I'll go and find him. I want to see him on a little matter of business.”
Mr. Holden crossed a mowing-field, and then, climbing over a stone wall, found himself at the edge of the three-acre lot. The captain was superintending one or two hired men, and, as he had his coat off, had probably been assisting them.
“Captain Ross?” said Abner Holden, interrogatively.
“That's my name.”
“You are chairman of the selectmen, I believe?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I understand that you have a boy that you want to bind out.”