Without a word the judge went over to his table, and for a while the silence was broken only by the scratching of his pen.
“Er—interested in roads,—Will,—interested in roads?”
The judge stopped writing to listen, since it was now the turn of the other victim.
“Not particularly,” answered Mr. Wetherell, whose throat was dry.
“C-come over for the drive—c-come over for the drive?”
“Yes,” replied the storekeeper, rather faintly.
“H-how's Cynthy?” said Jethro.
The storekeeper was too astonished to answer. At that moment there was a heavy step in the doorway, and Lem Hallowell entered the room. He took one long look at Jethro and bent over and slapped his hand on his knee, and burst out laughing.
“So here you be!” he cried. “By Godfrey! ef you don't beat all outdoors, Jethro. Wal, I got ahead of ye for once, but you can't say I didn't warn ye. Come purty nigh bustin' the stage on that road today, and now I'm a-goin' to hev an agent app'inted.”
“W-who's the agent?” said Jethro.