"If they do they are liable to arrest me, believing that I let
him out. _Go it,_ Emperor! Go faster!"
Emperor flapped his ears in reply and swung off at an increased
gait. The darkness of early morn was soon succeeded by the
graying dawn, and Phil felt a certain sense of relief as he
realized that day was breaking. On they swept, past hamlets, by
farm houses, where here and there men with milkpails in hand
paused, startled, to rub their eyes and gaze upon the strange
outfit that was rushing past them at such a pace.
Phil could not repress a chuckle at such times, at thought of the
sensation he was creating.
The hours drew on until seven o'clock had arrived, and the sun
was high in the heavens.
"I must be getting near the place," decided Phil. He knew he was
on the right road, for he could plainly see the trail of the
wagons and of the stock in the dust of the road before him.
"Yes; there is some sort of a village way off yonder. I wonder
if that is it?"
A fluttering flag from the top of a far away center-pole, which
he caught sight of a few minutes later, told the boy that it was.
"Hurrah!" shouted Phil, waving his hat on high.
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