So they went on down the track to the little platform from which the milk was loaded on to the cars and hailed the farmer.
“Good morning,” said Dan. “Which is the road to Jericho, please?”
The farmer paused in his task and looked them over speculatively. Finally,
“Want to go to Jericho, do you?” he asked.
“Yes,” answered Dan.
“Are you in a hurry?”
“Why—no, I don’t suppose so. Why?”
“’Cause there’s a train in about an hour that’ll take you to Hicksville, and it’s about two miles from there by the road.”
“But we just got off the train,” objected Nelson.