“This doesn’t help any,” he remarked. “This road doesn’t seem to be down on the map.”
“Do you think we came the wrong way?” Mrs. Martin wanted to know.
“Are we lost?” asked Janet.
“Oh, no,” her father said, with a laugh. “But I want to take the shortest road to our place. We have been delayed enough. I was to meet some of the lumbermen there at noon, and if I’m not on hand they may go away and not come back until to-morrow. If there was only a sign-board or some one to ask.”
But there was no sign and not a house was in sight. The nearest dwelling was about a mile back. Of course Mr. Martin could have turned and gone back there to ask which road to take, but he did not want to do this if he could avoid it.
“I wish some one would come along,” he remarked.
And then, as if in answer to his wish, the sound of wheels and of a horse trotting, was heard down one of the roads.
“Some one is coming,” announced Janet.
A moment later a farmer riding in a one-horse wagon came driving along.
“Which way to Mount Major, if you please?” asked Mr. Martin.