"Headed straight for Dentonville."
"Can you tell me when the next train stops there?"
"The train is due there in about fifteen minutes, and she won't stop more'n long enough to put my milk cans on board. I jest left 'em there, and got these empty ones," explained the farmer, pointing to the cans behind him.
"Fifteen minutes!" cried Spud. "And how far is it from here?"
"Nigh on to three miles."
"Is it a good road?" queried Sam.
"Pretty fair. It's some washed out on the hills, but the snow has covered the wo'st of the holes. Want to ketch that feller?"
"We certainly do. That horse and cutter belongs to Mr. Sanderson."
"By gum! You don't say! Did he steal the turnout?"
"He certainly did," answered Spud, "and nearly killed a young fellow in the bargain."