“We're travelin',” answered Abner, noncommittally.
“Where's your home?”
“Some ways back.”
“Where are you goin'?”
“I'm after work,” answered Abner.
“Well, you'd orter be a good hand at it. You look strong. Is that little feller your brother?”
“No; he's my cousin.”
Herbert looked up in surprise at this avowal of relationship, but he thought it best not to say anything that would conflict with Abner's statement.
“Is he after work, too?” asked the driver, with a smile.
“No; he's goin' to his father.”