I waved good-bye to Mrs. McNally
who was watching us in silent amazement. Pegasus threw her
solid weight against the traces and Parnassus swung round and
rolled past the gate. We turned into the Redfield road.
"Here," said Mifflin, handing me the reins, "you're skipper,
you'd better drive. Which way do you want to go?"
My breath came a little fast when I realized that my adventure
had begun!
CHAPTER FOUR
Just out of sight of the farm the road forks, one way running
on to Walton where you cross the river by a covered bridge,
the other swinging down toward Greenbriar and Port Vigor.
Mrs. Collins lives a mile or so up the Walton road, and as I
very often run over to see her I thought Andrew would be most
likely to look for me there. So, after we had passed through
the grove, I took the right-hand turn to Greenbriar. We began
the long ascent over Huckleberry Hill and as I smelt the fresh
autumn odour of the leaves I chuckled a little.
Mr. Mifflin seemed in a perfect ecstasy of high spirits.
"This is certainly grand," he said. "Lord, I applaud your
spunk. Do you think Mr. McGill will give chase?"
"I haven't an idea," I said. "Not right away, anyhow.
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