Away they went for the Rover farm, up hill and down. Soon they left the river road and then struck a highway where going was much better. Here Dick made the team do their best, and poor Hans was badly scared, thinking the horses were running away.
“Of you can’t sthop ’em, ve vos all busted up, so quick like neffer vos!” he bawled.
“They are all right, Hans,” answered Sam. “Let Dick alone, he knows how to handle ’em.”
“Ain’t da running avay?”
“No.”
“All right, of you say so,” returned Hans, but his face indicated that he thought otherwise.
At last they came in sight of the farm, and drove up to the house by the back way. Their Aunt Martha saw them coming, and ran out to meet them.
“Any more news from the Stanhopes?” asked Dick, quickly.
“Not that I know of,” was Mrs. Rover’s answer. “Your uncle has gone off to the telegraph office to wait for word from your father.”
“I don’t think father has reached Cedarville yet,” said Sam.