CHAPTER XXVI.
THE FINISH OF THE RACE.
Frank had not asked directions, and he knew not which way Kilmerville lay, so he was forced to stop and make inquiries.
He found he had started in the wrong direction, and, in order to get onto the right road, he must go back through the town.
“That’ll be first rate!” he thought, with a laugh.
But he turned back, taking another street. He was obliged to ride directly through the heart of the town, and he saw some men in the livery stable making hasty preparations for pursuit. Horses were being saddled for the purpose.
“So it’s going to be a race to Kilmerville,” he muttered. “All right. That’ll add to the excitement.”
He was seen.
“There he is!”
The cry went up from a number of men and boys.