“He did. I reckon he wanted to make the morning train for Philadelphia.”
“And when does that leave?”
“About ten o’clock.”
“Thank you. Come on, Ford. We have no time to lose.”
And we hurried off, leaving Farmer Holden standing by the fence, his mouth wide open with astonishment.
Chester was a large city, some five miles distant. It was now half-past eight, so we had no time to lose.
We walked rapidly. When about half the distance was covered a wagon came along, and we got a ride for the balance of the way.
We jumped to the pavement as soon as we reached the main street. Ford was in for going to the depot, and so off we started.
A moment later, as we turned a corner, I was nearly dumfounded to come face to face with Mr. Norton, accompanied by Yates!
For one brief moment I was so taken aback that I could neither move nor speak, and Ford seemed to be in the same condition.