"Where is it?" asked Nat.
"Where?"
The station-master paused. A look of aggrieved surprise came over his rugged, honest face.
"Where?" he repeated, reproachfully. "'Tain't fur." He waved his arm in a wide circle. "Over there. Bless me—the idea! Sich a question."
"Can we get something to eat around here?" asked Dave Brandon. "I'm almost starved."
"Over to Hiram Sladder's, I reckon. 'Tain't more'n one o'clock, now. Going to stay in town long?"
"We'll keep right on to Mapleton," volunteered Nat. "How do we get there?"
"To Mapleton, eh? Well, there's two ways I know of, jest two of 'em."
"How?" asked Nat.
"One of 'em's walking, and the other's riding," replied "Jack," laconically.