“Hope you need something more soon. I like cash customers,” smiled the store-keeper, as he placed the last package on the wagon.
“Aren’t you going to eat before you start back?” asked Turner, who had ridden up to look the boys’ equipment over.
“Can’t. We haven’t any money left,” laughed Phil.
“Then Sam and I will set up the dinners,” declared the store-keeper.
The boys, however, declined, and starting their blacks were soon out of sight.
CHAPTER XXV
A DAY OF TRIALS
“Come on, speed up, Phil, they can’t see from the store if anything goes wrong now,” declared Ted, after a glance over his shoulder.
But the elder boy gave no heed to his brother’s request. Indeed, it had been with many misgivings as to what the big, powerful black horses might do that he had picked up the reins, for driving had not come within the range of either of the boy’s experiences in Weston. The horses, however, had been content to walk from the barn to the store and even more willing after the wagon had been loaded, much to Phil’s delight. Consequently he had been able to handle them without difficulty.
For several minutes after his call for a faster gait, Ted kept silent, then exclaimed: