Strolling around near them was a younger man, evidently the driver of a well filled grocery wagon. His horse stood patiently cropping the fine, hillside grass. Farther up the roadside a chauffeur nibbled a spear of mint. He had no car near him, but his costume was unmistakable. Evidently something was in the air. Somebody or something was being waited for.
Soon after twelve o’clock, there was a whirr along the road. The cart horses raised their ears, and without a motion from their drivers, moved farther to the right side of the path. Berkshire Hills horses, in whatever station of life, needed no further notice. An automobile was approaching!
“Here they come!” cried the grocer’s boy, jumping back into his wagon. The chauffeur dropped his piece of mint and gazed down the road. Now at least there was something worth seeing!
“Hip! hip! hurrah!” “The Automobile Girls” landed with a flourish beside the wagons. Their laughter woke the sleeping echoes in the hills.
“Are you Naki and Ceally?” cried Ruth, jumping out of the car and running forward with her hand extended. “And are these our things you have in the wagon? I am so sorry we are a few minutes late; but these mountain roads take longer to drive over than I had expected. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting very long.”
“No’m,” said the guide, sliding slowly down from his perch on the camping outfit. He emptied the pipe he had been comfortably smoking. “Time enough,” he answered. Naki was a man of few words.
The chauffeur had walked over to Ruth’s car and was assisting Miss Sallie to descend. “You are to take this car into Lenox, I believe,” Miss Stuart began. “My niece will explain matters to you more fully. I am told we cannot take the car any further up this side of the hill. Where is the carriage in which we are to drive?”
“Oh, Aunt Sallie!” cried Ruth in consternation. “What are we to do? When Naki wrote there would be seats in his wagon for those of us who wished to drive up the hill, I am afraid he meant those seats in front by him and his wife.”
The guide looked perfectly solemn, even when he beheld Miss Sallie’s face. Imagine, if you can, Miss Sallie Stuart, nervous, as she was, perched on top of a rickety wagon! Add the fact that she was to be driven up an unexplored hillside by the side of the two queer, brown people to whom they were confiding their fates!
“We don’t ride ’longside of you, Miss,” explained Naki to Ruth. “I leads the horses up and my wife walks by their side. There’s room for three of you up there on the front seat. It’s more comfortable than it looks. The other two of you had better walk or you can ride in the grocery wagon. The man’s coming along behind us with the provisions.”