“Who is it?” asked Mr. Hallock, looking keenly at the flushed lad.
“I’m not to tell,” returned Harry, “but you can trust me—can’t you?—that it is someone who will be very kind to the little horse. I hear that your price is two hundred dollars, and I am authorized to pay the sum to you.”
“Somebody trusts you, my boy,” remarked Mr. Hallock, “and so will I.”
“Thank you, sir. Will to-morrow do for the money?”
“All right, Harry. You shall have Neptune, though it goes very hard for Kate to part with him—very.”
“Not half so hard, papa, just now,” chimed in Kate, who had been lingering about in great excitement, “when it’s Christmas and Captain Dobson—”
“Kate!”
Kate thrust both her hands over her mouth.
“Papa, I think he ought to know,” she added immediately, removing them.
“Tell him, then.”