“I’ll borrow a rig from Edgar Willett.”
“Do you know him? I am stopping at his house.”
“Oh, yes, he is an old friend of mine.”
The two hurried off, and soon reached the Willett homestead. Willett had gone to bed, but he quickly dressed and got out a horse and light spring wagon.
He wished to accompany Hicks, but his wife persuaded him to remain at home.
“I suppose I can go?” said Bob.
“Certainly. Jump in.”
Bob placed his chemicals in a safe place, and a minute later the spring wagon was on the road, spinning along in the direction Horning had taken.
“Are there any side roads near here?” asked the young photographer, after a drive of several minutes in silence.
“Not for fully a mile from here.”