"Mind the old hill," he cautioned her father; "there's a new road through the wood to the left now—"
"I remember."
"And a tree is cut down across the old way; but it's dark in there and you might get into it."
"No danger!" assured the professor; "but Edward," as if in sudden remembrance, "there's another danger in the road to town—the freshet."
"Freshet?"
"Has no one cautioned you? The streams flood the country after a heavy rain. The one below the big hill is especially dangerous. Don't forget it when the heavy rains set in, and don't be venturesome; there have been some dreadful accidents there."
"I had not heard," said Edward carelessly.
"Then you had better heed," declared the professor sententiously, as he stepped into the vehicle, "and when the water is out over the bridge, stay on the side you happen to be caught on."
"I'll remember, thank you."
"All right! Good night! When are you coming in?"