There was nothing there!
No carriage! No horses! No driver!
At this they all stopped, and stared at one another in silent consternation.
"He's gone," cried Clive. "He's left us here—to get back the best way we can."
"He swore last night," said David, "that he'd pay us up; and this is the way he's done it."
"Yes," said Bob; "he's been sulky all day. He's been concocting some plan."
"I don't see what good it'll do him," said Frank.
"He'll lose his fare. We won't pay him."
"O. he'll give up that for the pleasure of revenge," said Clive.
"Wal, wal, wal," cried Uncle Moses, looking all around with a face of dark and doleful perplexity. "This here doos beat all I ever seen in all my life. An now, what upon airth we can do—I'm sure I can't tell."