"Where is it? What is that to you, you young puppy?" growled the squire, shocked at the boy's presumption in daring to question him.
"If I am going to a place, I would like to know where it is," replied Harry.
"You will go where you are sent!" roared the squire.
"I suppose I must; but I should like to know where."
"Well, then, you shall know," added the overseer maliciously; for he had good reason to know that the intelligence would give the boy the greatest pain he could possibly inflict. "You are going to Jacob Wire's."
"Where, sir?" asked the keeper, looking at the squire with astonishment and indignation.
"To Jacob Wire's," repeated the overseer.
"Jacob Wire's!" exclaimed Mr. Nason.
"I said so."
"Do you think that will be a good place for the boy?" asked the keeper, trying to smile to cover the indignation that was boiling in his bosom.