“It’s getting quieter,” he murmured; “but the excitement may not be over. I suppose Riddle will follow me to Dundee and have me arrested there; but it will give me time to get in some more work, I hope, and send a telegram to Haley.”
He kept on at a good pace till he came to another branch road. He looked the roads over, and then selected the one to the right, for there was no guide board to tell him which way to go.
He had ridden on nearly half a mile when he met a man in a wagon.
Frank drew up, lifting his hat.
“Can you tell me, sir,” he asked, “if this is the right road to Kilmerville?”
“Yes, sur, I kin,” nodded the man in the wagon.
Then he was silent, staring searchingly at Frank.
Merry smiled.
“Well, will you tell me?” he asked.
“Huah! Yep!”