“Yes; and there is the road which turns off to the right.”
“Why don’t he go ahead?”
Sanford and those who had arrived with him left the carioles, and gathered at the junction of the two roads. Burchmore followed their example.
“What’s the matter? What are you stopping here for?” demanded Clyde Blacklock, rather imperiously.
“Some of the fellows think we are going to play them a trick,” said Sanford, with his sweet and innocent smile.
“Who thinks so?” asked Clyde.
“Burchmore.”
“Which is Burchmore?”
“That’s my name,” replied the cashier, rather indifferently.
“Are you the fellow that wants to break up the party?” blustered Clyde.