“Yes, sir; I shall like it.”
In a quick manner Herbert made the change, taking care not to look significantly at Melville, as some boys might have done, and thus excited suspicion.
For the first mile there was very little conversation.
Then Col. Warner spoke.
“Well, gentlemen,” he said, “we are fairly on our way. Let us hope nothing will mar our pleasure.”
“Do you anticipate anything?” asked George Melville.
“I! Why should I? We have a skillful driver, and I guarantee he won't tip us over.”
“Mr. Melville was, perhaps, referring to the chance of the stage being stopped by some enterprising road agent,” suggested Parker.
“Oho! Sits the wind in that quarter?” said the Colonel, laughing lightly. “Not the least chance of that—that is, the chance is very slight.”
“You spoke differently yesterday,” said the German capitalist.