"Are you sure?" asked David.
"Certainly; I cannot be mistaken."
"I don't know," said David. "Let me jump off and run to that light yonder; there must be a cabin there."
"Oh, we can't stop for all that," said Jack. "I honestly believe this is the traveled road, David; can't you trust me?"
"But your honestly believing it, doesn't make it so," protested David.
"I haven't a doubt of it, Dave, you be still," cried Jack angrily.
"I think we ought to ask, so as to be sure," persisted David.
But Jack whipped up and poor David's words went to the winds, as gust after gust of the coming shower roared through the forest, and Jack urged the horse to all the speed which her heavy load would allow.
The self-willed lad was well pleased with his hasty decision, and the farther he went, the more and more convinced was he that it was the right way.
Presently the roaring of Bounding Brook arose above the noise of the tempest.