“That was just in my mind. I should say it will depend upon how soon he learns anything about us. He is more likely to trust to the wires.”
“It’s getting very exciting. He may telegraph ahead and have people sent out to stop us. I suppose I ought not to say so, but I am beginning to feel a sort of keen enjoyment.”
“I have made up my mind. We’ll stick to the horses and avoid the trains. But we’ll try and mislead any one who may follow us.”
We had already passed several people on the road. I stopped the next comer.
“Is this the road to Solden?” I asked the man, evidently a farmer.
“Yes, one of them.”
“Straight road?”
“As straight as roads are in these parts,” he replied, with a grin.
“I mean do I have to turn to the left or right?”
“You’ll be turning most of the time. You’re from Pulta, aren’t you?”