"I don't mind thunder when I'm in the house."
"And under the bed, I suppose," he laughed.
"Well, you know, lightning COULD strike this wagon," she persisted. "Oh,
goodness, that was awfully close!" she cried, as a particularly loud
crash came to their ears.
The wagon came to an abrupt stop, and Crosby was about to crawl forth to
demand the reason when the sound of a man's voice came through the
rushing wind.
"What is it?" whispered Mrs. Delancy, clutching his arm.
"Sh!" he replied. "We're held up by highwaymen, I think!"
"Oh, how lovely!" she whispered rapturously.
"How far are you goin'?" came the strange voice from the night.
"Oh, 's far ag'in as half," responded Higgins warily.
"That you, Scott?" demanded the other.
"Yep."
"Say, Scott, gimme a ride, will you? Goin' as far as Lonesomeville?"
"What you doin' out this time o' night?" demanded Higgins.
"Lookin' for a feller that tried to steal Mr. Austin's horses. We
thought we had him cornered up to the place, but he got away somehow.
But we'll get him.
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