"Looks like I might as well go back to town, then. Want a lift? You can hang onto the step behind me."
"No, thanks," Scotty replied. "We're staying just over the hill."
The Frostola man turned his scooter wagon, gave them a wave, and went on his way back toward town. The boys watched until he drove out of sight.
"There's an optimist," Scotty said. "Follows a pair of ruts, hoping to find civilization at the other end."
Rick grinned. "He certainly likes this part of Virginia. There's one thing about peddling Frostola here—"
"What's that?"
"No customers to bother you. It's easy to commune with Nature."
"Aye-aye. Does he look like a nature lover to you?"
"Now that you mention it, I've seen people who fitted the part better. We scared him away, that's for sure. But what was he doing here?"
Scotty considered. "If he wanted to reach the mine area without people noticing him, he could park his scooter here and walk over the hill."