It was Donnelly, grinning broadly.
“Well!” said Ross, in a noncommittal tone.
His brain was working fast. He couldn’t go to the cottage now. He must somehow get rid of this fellow, and he must invent a plausible reason for being here.
“I walked down to get a few things,” he said, “but I guess I won’t try walking back. The roads are too bad.”
“You’re right!” said Donnelly, heartily.
“Wygatt Road!” Ross told the taxi driver, and got into the cab.
“Hold on a minute!” said Donnelly. “I’m going that way, too. I’ll share the cab with you.”
“Look here!” cried Ross.
“Well?” said Donnelly. “I’m looking.”
The unhappy young man did not know what to say. He felt that it would be extremely imprudent to antagonize the man.