"You see, squire, he prefers to ride," said Abner. "Can't blame him much. I'd do it in his place."
"Where are you going?" demanded the tramp, who hadn't discovered that the voice was not that of Tony.
"I'm going to Castleton," answered Abner.
"Are you going to leave the hay there?"
"Yes, that's what I calc'late to do."
"How far is it?"
"Six miles."
"I'll walk along, too."
"Better not, squire, you'll get tired."
"I'll risk that."