To this Frank deigned no retort, but asked:
“How much farther have we to go?”
“Not more than a mile, suh.”
“A mile? Why, you said it was not over two miles at the start, and I’m sure we’ve covered a longer distance than that already.”
“Well, suh, Virginyah miles are pretty long.”
“I should say so! Well, make it as soon as you can, for I must get back to town, but don’t use your whip on the horses again.”
Frank vaulted lightly into the carriage, and Cunningham followed him. Then they drove along once more. Reaching a piece of timber, they turned into a road that seemed little used. After driving some distance they came in sight of a ramshackle-looking house with some outbuildings near.
“Is that the place?” asked Frank wonderingly.
“Yes, suh; that’s the place,” averred Cunningham. “The girl is waiting for yo’ there.”
Elsie in such a place as that! It seemed impossible. No wonder she had appealed to Frank for help! She must be in dire distress.