"What do you think of it?" I asked.
He shook his head dubiously.
"It is dangerous; it is violent; it is not what a minister is expected to do to any of his flock;—and it is only a chance that it will effect its purpose."
"Where would you put him?" I asked, as if he had agreed.
He smiled.
"Oh!—there is the log cabin at the back of the farm, where he keeps nothing but an incubator. It has a heavy door and only a small window.
"Man,—if we could inveigle him in there!"
The Rev. William Auld positively chuckled as he thought of it.
I knew then that he was not so very far away from his schoolboy days, despite his age and experiences.
"When can we start in?"