Little Snap had to speak briefly to them, but he hardly stopped his horse.
At the post office he was again plied with questions, all of which he answered as briefly as possible.
"I suppose you are anxious to get on toward home," said the postmaster. "I don't blame you. Before you get along to-morrow we will fix up the road as best we can for you, though it will be some time before it will be in the condition it was this morning. I see that Goings is intending to ride up with you."
"Yes; do you know anything of him?"
"Not a thing; supposed he was a friend of yours. As near as I can make, he is looking after the political interests of Colonel Warfield, though he is doing it on the sly."
"He didn't speak very favorably of Mr. Warfield to me as we were coming down this morning."
"It's a funny way he has of drawing people out. All the same, he is working his best for Warfield. There is going to be a mass meeting here soon."
Without stopping to say more, Little Snap left the office to find Mr. Goings waiting for him at the door.
Springing into the saddle, the postboy resumed his journey at a pace which made it impossible for his companion to keep up a conversation, until they came in sight of the live oak, where Old Solitaire was wont to be seen.
Little Snap discovered him as soon as he came in sight of the place, and the next moment his companion exclaimed: