"You're going to drive me over with that fast mare of yours, aren't you?"
Sloan laughed. "Look at it rain out there."
"Best thing in the world for a sand road," said Bannon. "And we'll wash, I guess. Both been wet before."
"But it's twenty-five miles over there—twenty-five to thirty."
Bannon looked at his watch. "We ought to get there by ten o'clock, I should think."
"Ten o'clock! What do you think she is—a sawhorse! She never took more than two hours to Manistogee in her life."
The corners of Bannon's mouth twitched expressively. Sloan laughed again.
"I guess it's up to me this time," he said.
Before they started Sloan telephoned to the Eagle office to tell them to print a full-sized reproduction of his poster on the front page of the Ledyard Evening Eagle.
"Crowd their news a little, won't it?" Bannon asked.
Sloan shook his head. "That helps 'em out in great shape."