CHAPTER XXI
DOWN LINDEN ROAD
"What is it?" asked Richard eagerly.
"Yes, what is it?" urged Jack.
Warren stooped and picked up something from the road.
"A horse shoe," he said briefly. "One of Belle's—hers were old and thin, you know, Rich. And over here—" he walked a few steps to a crossroad—"Sarah must have turned off. You can see the marks."
"Well," sheer relief spoke in Richard's voice, "that's one thing to be thankful for; if she turned off from the main road, she wouldn't meet many cars. But how far do you suppose she can have gone down the Linden road?"
Warren climbed back into the buggy and turned Tony's head down the Linden road.
"She hasn't gone far, not with Belle," he asserted confidently. "The old horse couldn't stand a long trip; I don't know whether there are any places for Sarah to drive in down here, but I hope some kind farmer has her safely housed."
The Linden road was very dark and there was no moon to help out the two twinkling buggy lights. Suddenly Tony whinnied.