“Why, on the road.”
“What road?”
“Oh, don’t be so inquisitive. It’s a road and that’s enough. It must lead somewhere. I’ll vow, though, that I never saw it before. Did you, Mal?”
“I think it’s the Hillsgrove road,” answered Malcolm doubtfully. “If it is we want to go to the right here. That’ll take us to Riverport.”
“And if it isn’t the Hillsgrove road,” asked Evan pessimistically, “where will it take us to?”
Malcolm couldn’t answer that.
“I don’t believe it’s the Hillsgrove road at all,” said Jelly. “I don’t remember any row of trees like this on it.”
“I don’t seem to remember a row of trees like this on any road,” said Rob. “But we might as well go one way as another, fellows. And perhaps we will meet someone. Gee, but I’m getting hungry!”
“So am I,” muttered Evan dejectedly. “I wonder if we’ll get to school in time for supper.”