Craig smiled. “Nothin' but an easy ride,” he declared. “I've got a horse doin' nothing in the stable. What's to hinder us from going to-day—this morning—as soon as I can go by for my horse?”
“I don't keer,” said Pole, resignedly. “But could you manage to go without anybody knowin' whar you was bound fer?”
“Easy enough,” Craig laughed. He was really pleased with Pole's extreme cautiousness.
“Then you mought meet me out thar some'r's.”
“A good idea—a good idea, Baker.”
“Do you know whar the Ducktown road crosses Holly Creek, at the foot o' Old Pine Mountain?”
“As well as I know where my house is.”
Pole looked at the sun, shading his eyes with his hand.
“Could you be thar by eleven o'clock?”
“Easy enough, Baker.”