CHAPTER X
THE CLOUDS GATHER
At twelve o'clock Abner Holden returned home, still in good humor. As he did not anticipate another call from his expected customer until the afternoon, he made no inquiries.
“Perhaps he won't hear about it,” thought Herbert, and as he did not wish to have any trouble with Mr. Holden, he hoped it might prove so.
Abner was so elated at the thought of his good bargain in prospect, that he could not keep it to himself.
“I've about sold Spitfire, Mrs. Bickford,” he said to the housekeeper.
“Sold Spitfire! Who wants to buy him?”
“A man that called here this morning. What do you think he wants him for?”
“To break his neck,” suggested the housekeeper.