"Alwus is goin' right, this way."
It did not need Dan Shag to tell him this. Neither did it need this postmaster to tell him that the trouble all centered at his office.
"You can put that man down as a cutthroat," declared Mr. Goings, as they rode away from the Tree. "But isn't that a singular office. By the way, I have seen that man's face somewhere before," continued the talkative Mr. Goings. "It may have been when I was this way before. Oh, yes, I have been over this same road—let me see—fifteen years ago. Time enough for me to have forgotten how everything looked. I do remember that the next place we shall come to is Greenbrier. It is situated at the junction of the river we have just crossed and the Little Kanawha, the streams making the Great Kanawha. Am I right?"
"Yes, sir."
Little Snap was growing suspicious of this voluble stranger, and he wished he might escape his company farther.
CHAPTER XXIX.
A RIVER LET LOOSE.
Nothing of interest occurring at Greenbrier, the postboy resumed his journey, with the talkative stranger still beside him.
"I was in luck," he declared, "when I chanced to meet you. I should have hated to have gone over this lonely road without company. I don't see how you can do it. Is it as lonesome below Salt Works?"
"Until I get to Hutsland I think it is more dreary, though I have got so used to it I never stop to think of that."
"Just so. Say, Dix, what do you think of Jason Warfield?"