But what kind of a rumpus was kicked up at the Gordon place , to-night , Master ? '' Eric looked amazed . What could Robert Williamson have heard so soon ? `` What do you mean ? '' he asked . `` Why , us folks at the station knew there must have been a to-do of some kind when Neil Gordon went off on the harvest excursion the way he did . '' `` Neil gone ! On the harvest excursion ! '' exclaimed Eric . `` Yes , sir . You know this was the night the excursion train left . They cross on the boat to-night -- special trip . There was a dozen or so fellows from hereabouts went . We was all standing around chatting when Lincoln Frame drove up full speed and Neil jumped out of his rig . Just bolted into the office , got his ticket and out again , and on to the train without a word to any one , and as black looking as the Old Scratch himself . We was all too surprised to speak till he was gone . Lincoln could n't give us much information . He said Neil had rushed up to their place about dark , looking as if the constable was after him , and offered to sell that black filly of his to Lincoln for sixty dollars if Lincoln would drive him to the station in time to catch the excursion train . The filly was Neil 's own , and Lincoln had been wanting to buy her but Neil would never hear to it afore . Lincoln jumped at the chance .
Neil had brought the filly with him , and Lincoln hitched right up and took him XXXXX the station .
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