“I dunno. They had a white hoss an’ a black hoss, an’ the carriage had the top kinder torn.”
“Who was driving?”
“A man with a linen duster, an’ a cap pulled away down over his face.”
“Which way did they go?”
“That way,” answered Tony Carew, and pointed to a side road leading eastward.
CHAPTER XIX
ON THE WAY TO BOSTON
The Rover boys gazed down the road with interest. It ran between a number of tall trees, and looked to be lonely in the extreme.
“Where does it lead to?” asked Sam.
“It’s an old road, running to Shaville,” answered Tony Carew. “It ain’t hardly used any more.”
“And that is why those rascals took it,” answered Dick. “They wanted to keep in the dark as much as possible. How far to Shaville?”