"Good-morning, Judge Claverton, Mr. Shag, and Mr. Meiggs."
While the surprised trio stood speechless witnesses, the little cavalcade dashed down the road at a smart canter.
"Did ye ever see ennything like thet?" asked Shag, as soon as he had recovered his breath.
"Rimmon is carrying a high hand," acknowledged Claverton.
"Why can't we help ourselves to thet ol' sack? He ain't no right to keep it arter this time o' day. Say th' word an' I'll git it in a jiffy."
"Better let it alone. Jack Rimmon ain't a good man to buck against. All we can do is to see what will happen next."
Though both of his companions were prone to object to this inactivity, they could do no better than to submit.
CHAPTER XXII.
AN UNDERGROUND RACE.
Let us see how it is faring with Little Snap.
As we have seen, his surprise knew no bounds, as he listened to the sound of the voice which was unmistakably his father's.