“Is Mr. Richmond still here?” he inquired of the landlord, anxiously.
“Yes, but he means to leave in five minutes.”
“Where is he?”
“In his room.”
“I want to see him on particular business—I wish you would send up and ask him to come down.”
“Very well.”
“William,” said the landlord, summoning his son, “go up and tell Mr. Richmond that Mr. Holden wishes to see him.”
“You don't know of his having bought a horse of Sam Nichols, do you?” asked Abner, nervously, of the landlord.
“No, I am sure he has not.”
Abner felt somewhat relieved by this. As long as he was still unprovided with a horse, there was still a chance of Spitfire. He resolved, if necessary, to abate something from the rather high price he had demanded in the morning.