"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. He was footsore and weary, and it was with a sensation of relief that he seated himself beside the driver.
The latter, who had been going at good speed, pulled his horse down to a walk and showed indications of becoming sociable.
"Where were you going in Lee's Falls?" he asked.