"I am; but I was sure you had gone. It is after three o'clock."
"I know it. I don't generally get off much before this time," answered John. "Climb up here, and let us be moving on."
It was a large wagon, with a sail-cloth cover—one of those regular baggage wagons which railroads have almost driven out of existence in Massachusetts. It was drawn by four horses, harnessed two abreast, and had a high "box" in front for the driver.
Harry nimbly climbed upon the box, and took his seat by the side of John Lane—though that worthy told him he had better crawl under the cover, where he would find plenty of room to finish his nap on a bale of goods.
"I thought likely I should have to go up to the cabin and wake you. Julia told me I must, if you were not on the spot."
"I am glad I have saved you that trouble; but Julia said you would start at two o'clock."
"Well, I get off by two or three o'clock. I don't carry the mail, so I ain't so particular. What do you mean to do when you get to Boston?"
"I mean to go to work."
"What at?"
"Anything I can find."