“In trouble?” asked Rob sweetly.
“Can’t you see I be?”
“Well, I am sorry. We’re all sorry, aren’t we, fellows?”
“Awfully!”
“Huh,” grunted the man.
“Yes, because you were so kind and accommodating,” went on Rob genially. “Your pressing invitation to ride with you quite won our hearts. Did it not, fellows?”
“It did—not,” said Malcolm.
“You get out o’ here an’ let me be,” grunted the farmer.
“Let you be what?” asked Evan from a safe distance. Jelly sniggered and the farmer bent over his trace muttering savagely. The boys drew away to the side of the road, smiling broadly at each other.