There was a fairly good road most of the way, but there were patches that led through the woods that were rather rough, and over these the cars had to move more slowly.
“Suppose that bear of ours should turn up now,” suggested Walter, as they passed through an especially dense portion of the forest.
“Don’t speak of it,” shivered Bess, looking fearfully on either side. “What on earth would we do?”
“Run for it, I guess,” replied Paul laconically. “He’d have to be pretty fast to overtake us.”
“But suppose he jumped out in front of us,” said Belle.
“Then we’d have to put on full speed ahead and bump him,” laughed Jack. “He’d be as surprised as the bull that tried to throw the locomotive off the track.”
“And about as badly mussed up, I imagine,” added Walter.
But at the same time he reflected that it might have been just as well to have brought Joel’s rifle along, and in his secret heart he was relieved when the cars got out again on the open road.
They slowed up a little as they drew near Wilton, and scanned narrowly both sides of the road.
“There it is!” exclaimed Bess eagerly, pointing to a large opening in the woods a little to the right.