"It is later than I thought," he said. "I think
I shall have to give up my plan of walking
the rest of the way."
"Then I shall be left alone," thought Carl regretfully.
Just then a man overtook them in a carriage.
He greeted Mr. Jennings respectfully.
"Are you out for a long walk?" he said.
"Yes, but I find time is passing too rapidly with me.
Are you going to Milford?"
"Yes, sir."
"Can you take two passengers?"
"You and the boy?"
"Yes; of course I will see that you don't lose by it."
"I ought not to charge you anything, Mr. Jennings.
Several times you have done me favors."
"And I hope to again, but this is business.
If a dollar will pay you, the boy and I will ride
with you."
"It will be so much gain, as I don't go out of my way."
"You can take the back seat, Carl," said Mr. Jennings.
"I will sit with Mr. Leach."
They were soon seated and on their way.
"Relative of yours, Mr. Jennings?" asked Leach,
with a backward glance at Carl.
Like most country folks, he was curious
about people. Those who live in cities meet
too many of their kind to feel an interest in strangers.
"No; a young friend," answered Jennings, briefly.
"Goin' to visit you?"
"Yes, I think he will stay with me for a time."
Then the conversation touched upon Milford
matters in which at present Carl was not interested.
After his fatiguing walk our hero enjoyed
the sensation of riding. The road was a pleasant
one, the day was bright with sunshine and
the air vocal with the songs of birds.
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