Rollo’s father and mother were riding some distance before them, but they saw Jonas coming up, and rode slowly, that he might overtake them.
“Well, Rollo,” said his father, “how do you like riding double?”
“Very much,” said Rollo; “and we want you to let Jonas and I cut across by the horse-path through the valley, and wait for you at the mill.”
“Is there a horse-path across here, Jonas?”
“Yes, sir,” said Jonas.
“Is it a good path?”
“It is rather rough, sir, through the woods and bushes; but it is a pretty good road.”
Rollo’s father sat hesitating a moment, and then said—
“You may go, if you choose, but I advise you not to.”
“Why do you advise us not to?” said Rollo.