"I saw him."
"No; though I thought I had seen him before," replied Donald, as they walked along in the rear of the party.
"He is the man who was beaten within an inch of his life over to Lincolnville, a while ago."
"Hasbrook?"
"Yes, his name is Jacob Hasbrook."
"He was with us in the library of Captain Patterdale the day we were there, when the man had a sun-stroke."
"Was he? Well, I don't remember that. Folks say he is a big rascal, and the licking he got was no more than he deserved. He was laid up for a month after it; but now he and the sheriff are trying to find out who did it."
Donald was interested, in spite of himself, and for the time even forgot the pleasant smile of Nellie, which was a great deal for him to forget.
"Has he any idea who it was that beat him?"