“Nuts,” answered Dan. “Nuts from the hubs of Abe’s chariot.”
“I suppose he can get more,” said Nelson regretfully.
“Yes, but it’ll take him some time, and they’ll charge him for them. And I’ll bet that’ll nearly break his heart. Oh, he’s a great joker, is Abe, but there are others!”
“Where’s this road taking us to?” asked Tom.
“I don’t know, but not toward Sisset, I’ll bet,” said Dan. “Pull out that lying map of yours, Bob.”
But the map didn’t help much, since they didn’t know which of the numerous roads they were traveling.
“Let’s see that old compass of yours, Tommy,” demanded Dan. “What’s the matter with it? Say, it’s gone crazy!”
“Get out! You don’t know how to use it,” said Tom. “Give it here.” He tapped it smartly on his knee, observed it gravely a moment, studied the position of the sun, and then announced, “There! That’s north!”
“Then we’re going back home,” said Nelson discouragedly, “straight back toward New York!”