Come to find out, there was no way of getting there except by means of a stagecoach, just as in olden days.
I was the only passenger, you see.
There had been considerable talk about a rascal who had robbed right and left, so that I was not feeling very good.
Besides, I didn't like the looks of that driver, for if ever an evil-browed mountaineer had taken to coaching, he was the man.
He kept looking back at me every little while, and somehow I got the notion into my head that he was figuring whether it would pay to make way with me.
There was an awful lonely stretch of woods between Athens and Saulsboro, and when we struck it I tell you a cold chill pranced up and down my spinal column, for it was just an ideal spot for murder.
Suddenly the driver drew in his horses.