“What purpose did they have in crossing?” asked Nat. A thought had sprung, full armed, into his mind, and he breathlessly awaited the Porcupine’s reply.
“They have found out where the gentlemen are to spend the night,” came the dwarf’s answer. “And they are going there after them.”
For a moment Nat Brewster was too absorbed to speak. The Porcupine’s reply agreed so exactly with his thought that the odd creature might well have read his mind. At length, however, he asked:
“Is this the southern road?”
“Yes.”
“The one the travelers would be likely to take?”
“It is.”
Nat stared straight ahead into the darkness. A few heavy drops of rain were falling and the wind had begun to blow in warm gusts.
“We’d better go as we are,” he said, after a pause. “And,” with a laugh that was full of expectation, “I rather think that we’ll meet with some further experiences on the road before we are an hour older.”