"Yes, about two miles off, but there's few trains. This is a terrible awkward place to get away from—being a bit out of the way."
"I suppose you have a post-office within reach?" inquired Nancy.
"Yes, in Lofty village,—a mile off."
"Then let us send a wire for the car to return; Auntie Wolfe will be most awfully fussed, if we are not back in time for dinner."
"You can take a telegram, my lad?" said Villars, appealing to the young man.
"Oh yes, sir, for sure," he answered eagerly.
"Then I've got a pencil, and," to Mrs. Bode, "if you'll let me have a bit of paper, I'll just go inside and write it." He retired indoors, and Nancy talked to the colt and Dan, and after a few minutes, Dudley reappeared, and handed a message to the youth, along with a half-crown.
"I'll give you something for yourself, when you come back; be as quick as ever you can. It's half-past seven now," he added, looking at his watch, and then glancing at Nancy, he nodded his head, and said, "There will be no dinner party for you, and me."
"Oh, if they deliver the message at the Court at once, say in half an hour, the car should be here by nine. We will dash home, and appear in time for dessert."
"'I doubt it, said the carpenter, and shed a bitter tear,'" quoted Villars. "Perhaps Mrs. Bode can find us something to eat?" he added.