But he walked two miles farther without encountering any team. At last, however, he heard the rumble of wheels, and turning round to see whether there was room in the vehicle, he saw that it was a buggy driven by a tall, thin man with dark hair, swarthy face and a long, aquiline nose.
The driver eyed Ernest sharply and brought the buggy to a standstill.
“Where are you going, boy?” he asked.
“To Lee’s Falls.”
“Where have you come from?”
“From Emmonsville.”
“It is a long walk.”
“Yes. Do you think you could give me a lift?”
“Perhaps so. Jump in.”
Ernest lost no time in availing himself of the invitation.