“Not for worlds,” muttered Learmont.
“Eh?” cried Sheldon, “was that you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Mean? Why—I—I—heard an uncommon odd voice say, ‘N—n—not for worlds.’”
“’Twas some echo, my good friend. Is this the turning?”
“Oh! Ah!” laughed the waterman. “Now that is good. Is—is—is this the turning—and—you going—have—Ho! Ho! You know it’s the turning—perhaps you want to in—in—sinuate that I’m drunk?”
“Certainly not,” replied Learmont. “I was only surprised at your amazing knowledge of the road. I only meant to try you, good Master Sheldon.”
“Try me? Try me? I—I know every inch of the road—I—follow me, and I’ll take you to your own door.”
“Is it possible?”
“Come on and see. Follow, I—say—follow.”