"More than likely."
"Which road shall we take?"
"Bless me if I know."
"Well, we can't take all three."
They stared at the hoofprints in the road, but there were too many of them to make anything of the marks.
"Stumped!" remarked Tom, laconically.
"Let us wait a while. Perhaps, when the girls see we are not following, they will turn back."
"All right; but we've made a fine pair of escorts, haven't we, Dick?"
"We are not responsible for that buckle breaking."
"That's so, too."