“Is that frisky critter of your’n out there a wild hoss?” asked the old man.
“He is.”
“Well, I do think in my soul! And you did ketch him, didn’t you? You say you’re going to Bolton to-morrow?”
“Yes.”
“How far is it from here?”
“About three days’ journey, the way you will travel. We, on horseback, could accomplish it in less time.”
“Which way is it from here?”
“Off there.”
“Why how does that come?” said the emigrant, with some surprise. “We’ve been travelling that way for the last two days,” pointing in just the opposite direction.
“Then you have lost your course, or else somebody has been misleading you.”