The cashier was a peaceable young gentleman, and turned his horse out of the road. The cariole of Sanford was now out of sight.
“Why don’t you go ahead?” demanded Tinckner. “How do you know it is the wrong road?”
“I am certain of it. Those fellows are up to some trick.”
As a portion of the procession did not follow its leader, Sanford and his companions turned back.
“What’s the matter, Burchmore? Why don’t you come along?” cried the coxswain, angrily.
“This is not the right road.”
“Isn’t it, Ole?” added the coxswain, turning to his companion in the cariole.
“Certainly it is.”
“I know it isn’t,” protested the cashier, vehemently. “You are up to some trick.”
“What trick?” asked Sanford, mildly, as he put on his look of injured innocence.