"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."