“The boy is not fit to travel,” she said. “Wait till my brother comes, and he will decide, being a physician, whether it is safe to have him go.” “Madam, this subterfuge will not avail,” said Ford, rudely. “I will not wait till your brother comes. I prefer to take the matter into my own hands.” He pressed forward to the door of the room, and before Miss Stone could prevent it, was on his way upstairs. She followed as rapidly as she could, but before she could reach him, Ford had dashed into the room where Herbert lay on the bed. Herbert was stricken with terror when he saw the face of his enemy. “I see you know me,” said Ford, with an evil smile. “Get up at once, and prepare to go with me.” “Leave me here, Mr. Ford. I can't go with you; Indeed, I can't,” said Herbert. “We'll see about that,” said Ford. “I give you five minutes to rise and put on your clothes. If you don't obey me, I will flog you.” Looking into his cruel face, Herbert felt that he had no other resource. Trembling, he slipped out of bed, and began to draw on his clothes. He felt helpless, but help was nearer than he dreamed. “Mr. Ford, I protest against this high-handed proceeding,” exclaimed Miss Stone, indignantly, as she appeared at the door of the chamber. “What right have you to go over my house without permission?” “If it comes to that,” sneered Ford, “what right have you to keep my ward from me?” “I am not his ward,” said Herbert, quickly. “The boy is a liar,” exclaimed Ford, harshly. “Get back into the bed, Herbert,” said Miss Stone. “This man shall not take you away.” “Perhaps you will tell me how you are going to help it,” retorted Ford, with an evil smile. “If my brother were here---” “But your brother is not here, and if he were, I would not allow him to interfere between me and my cousin. Herbert, unless you continue dressing, I shall handle you roughly.” But sounds were heard upon the stairs, and Ford, as well as Miss Stone, turned their eyes to the door. The first to enter was Abner. “Oh, it's you, is it?” said Ford, contemptuously. He had thought it might be Dr. Stone, whom he was less inclined to face than he professed. “Yes, it is. What are you doing here?” “It is none of your business, you cub. He's got to come with me.” “Maybe you want me, too?” “I wouldn't take you as a gift.” “Ho, ho,” laughed Abner, “I reckon you'd find me a tough customer. You won't take bub, either.” “Who is to prevent me?” “I will!” said a new voice, and Grant Thornton, who had fallen in with Abner outside, walked quietly into the room. Willis Ford started back in dismay. Grant was the last person he expected to meet here. He had no idea that any one of the boy's home friends had tracked him this far. He felt that he was defeated, but he hated to acknowledge it. “How are you going to prevent me, you young whippersnapper?” he said, glaring menacingly at Grant.