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forty-five to be worsted by a boy of fourteen was, it must be confessed, a little mortifying. It was something like a great ship of the line being compelled to surrender to a little monitor.

No one feels particularly dignified or good-natured when he is picking himself out of a mud puddle. Our black-haired acquaintance proved no exception to this remark. He shook his fist at the receding wagon and its occupant—a demonstration of defiance which our hero did not witness, his back being now turned to his late opponent.

Mr. Abner Holden—for this was the stranger's name—next turned his attention to the buggy, which had been damaged to some extent, and so was likely to involve him in expense. This was another uncomfortable reflection. Meanwhile, as it was no longer in a fit state for travel, he must contrive some way to have it carried back to the stable, and, unless he could procure another vehicle, perform the rest of the journey on foot.

Luckily, some men in a neighboring field had witnessed the collision, and, supposing their services might be required, were now present to lend their aid.

“Pretty bad accident,” remarked one of them. “That 'ere wheel'll need considerable tinkering afore it's fit for use. How came you to get it broke so, squire?”

“A little rascal had the impudence to dispute the road with me, and would not turn out at my bidding,” said Mr. Holden, in a tone of exasperation, which showed that his temper had been considerably soured by the accident.

“Wouldn't turn out? Seems to me from the marks of the wheels, you must have been drivin' along in the middle of the road. I guess you didn't take the trouble to turn out, yourself.”

“Well, there was room enough for the boy to turn out one side,” said Holden, doggedly.

“You are slightly mistaken, stranger,” said the other, who was disgusted at the traveler's unreasonableness. “There wasn't room; as anyone can see that's got eyes in his head. Didn't the youngster turn out at all?”

“Yes,” snapped Holden, not relishing the other's free speech.

“Then it seems you were the one that would not turn out. If you had been a leetle more accommodating, this accident couldn't have happened. Fair play's my motto. If a feller meets you halfway, it's all you have a right to expect. I reckon it'll cost you a matter of ten dollars to get that 'ere buggy fixed.”

Holden looked savagely at the broken wheel, but that didn't mend matters. He would have answered the countryman angrily, but, as he stood in need of assistance, this was not good policy.

“What would you advise me to do about it?” he inquired.

“You will have to leave the buggy where it is just now. Where did you get it?”

“Over at the mill village.”

“Well, you'd better lead the horse back—'tain't more'n a mile or so—get another wagon, and tell 'em to send for this.”

“Well, perhaps that is the best way.”

“Where was you goin'?”

“Over to Waverley.”

“That's where the boy came from.”

“What boy?”

“The boy that upset you.”

“What is his name?” asked Abner Holden, scowling.

“His name is Herbert Mason, son of the Widder Mason that died two or three weeks since. Poor boy, he's left alone in the world.”

“Where's he stopping?” asked Holden, hardly knowing why he asked the question.

“Dr. Kent took him in after the funeral, so I heard; but the selectmen of Waverley are trying to find him a place somewheres, where he can earn his own livin'. He's a smart, capable boy, and I guess he can do 'most a man's work.”

Abner Holden looked thoughtful. Some plan had suggested itself to him which appeared to yield him satisfaction, for he began to look decidedly more comfortable, and he muttered to himself: “I'll be even with him YET. See if I don't.”

“How far am I from Waverley?” he asked, after a slight pause.

“Well, risin' three miles,” drawled the other.

“If I could get somebody to go back with this horse, I don't know but what I'd walk to Waverley. Are you very busy?”

“Well, I don't know but I could leave off for a short time,” said the other, cautiously. “Work's pretty drivin', to be sure. What do you cal'late to pay?”

“How much would it be worth?”

“Well, there's the walk there and back, and then again there's the time.”

“You can mount the horse going.”

“I guess fifty cents'll about pay me.”

Mr. Holden took out his pocketbook and paid the required sum.

“By the way,” he said, as if incidentally, “who is the chairman of the selectmen in the village of Waverley?”

“You ain't thinkin' of takin' that boy, be you?” said the other, curiously.

“I've had enough to do with him; I don't want ever to lay eyes on him again.”

“Well, I dunno as I should, if I was you,” said the countryman, rather slyly.

“You haven't answered my question yet,” said Holden, impatiently.

“Oh, about the cheerman of the selectmen. It's Captain Joseph Ross.”

“Where does he live?”

“A leetle this side of the village. You'll know the house, well enough. It's a large, square house painted white, with a well-sweep in front.”

Without a word of thanks for the information, Abner Holden turned, and began to walk toward Waverley. Perhaps his object in making these inquiries has been guessed. It happened that he needed a boy, and, for more reasons than one, he thought he should like to have Herbert bound to him. Herbert, as he had noticed, was a stout boy, and he probably could get a good deal of work out of him. Then, again, it would be gratifying to him to have our hero in subjection to him. He could pay him off then, ten times over, for his insolence, as he chose to term it.

“I'll break his proud spirit,” thought Abner Holden. “He'll find he's got a master, if I get hold of him. He don't know me yet, but he will some time.”

Mr. Holden resolved to wait on Captain Ross at once, and conclude arrangements with him to take Herbert before our hero had returned from the mill village. He pictured, with a grim smile, Herbert's dismay when he learned who was to be his future master.

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