As each boarder finished his meal he raided the glass of wooden toothpicks and went away with no standing on the order of his going; but Martin waited for Harkless, who, not having attended to business so concisely as the others, was the last to leave the table, and they stood for a moment under the awning outside, lighting their cigars.
“Call on the judge, to-night?” asked Martin.
“No,” said Harkless. “Why?”
“Didn't you see the lady with Minnie and the judge at the lecture?”
“I caught a glimpse of her. That's what Bowlder meant, then.”
“I don't know what Bowlder meant, but I guess you better go out there, young man. She might not stay here long.”
CHAPTER IV. THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER
The Briscoe buckboard rattled along the elastic country-road, the roans setting a sharp pace as they turned eastward on the pike toward home and supper.
“They'll make the eight miles in three-quarters of an hour,” said the judge, proudly. He pointed ahead with his whip. “Just beyond that bend we pass through Six-Cross-Roads.”