You can do just as you’ve a mind to,” said Abner. “You’ll be company to Tony and me, but you needn’t put yourself out on our account, hey, Tony?”
There was a smothered laugh on top of the hay, which the tramp heard. His eyes snapped viciously, and he privately determined to give Tony a settlement in full for all his offenses just as soon as he got hold of him.
So they jogged on, mile after mile. Abner walked on one side, swinging his whip, and occasionally cracking it. The tramp walked on the other side of the road, and the boy rode along luxuriously imbedded in his fragrant couch of hay. Abner from time to time kept up the tramp’s illusion by calling out, “Tony, you must take keer, or you’ll fall off.”
“I’ll catch him if he does,” said Rudolph grimly.
So you will,” chuckled Abner. “You’d like to, wouldn’t you?”
“Certainly. He is my son,” said Rudolph.
Do you hear that, Tony? He says you’re his son,” said Abner, grinning again.
There was another laugh from the boy on the load of hay.
You won’t find anything to laugh at when I get hold of you,” muttered Rudolph.
So they journeyed into Castleton.