“Right! Right!” I sighed. “Well, if it must be——”
I sank heavily against the cushion.
And then they did let us pass them, not far from the fatal juncture. Just as we neared it they decided to pass us and turned off toward Hornell.
“Oh, heaven! heaven! Oh, woe! woe!” I sighed. “And she’s looking back. How can such things be?”
Speed saw the point as quickly as anyone. Our better judgment would naturally have asserted itself anyhow, I presume.
“We turn to the right here, don’t we?” he called chipperly, as we neared the signpost.
“Of course, of course,” I called gaily. “Don’t we, Franklin?”
“Yes, that’s the way,” he smiled, and off we went, northwest, while they were going southwest.
I began to wonder then whether they would have sense enough to turn back and follow us, but they didn’t.
“And it is such a lovely afternoon,” I said to myself. “I’d like to see Hornell.”