“No, we won’t!” shouted Matt. “Look there!”
And he pointed to where the wagon tracks led directly down into the water.
“I’ll bet all I am worth that he crossed the stream here,” he went on. “Do you not see how shallow it is? He went over to that island, and from there directly to the other side.”
CHAPTER XXV.
A BITTER MISTAKE.
Both Andy and the freight agent saw at once that Matt was right, and the jaw of the driver of the wagon dropped.
“Humph! I was certain he couldn’t cross right after such heavy rains,” he said moodily.
“But you see he has crossed,” went on the young auctioneer. “I will tell you what I’m going to do—wade across and see if I can’t strike the tracks on the other side.”