"
"Crackey!" cried Bart, snapping the whip hilariously--"maybe this is one
of those story-book happenings where a fellow strikes fame and fortune!"
"Maybe it is," assented Buck drily.
Bart climbed up to the seat. He started up the horse, the Tollivers
following after the wagon till they reached the main road.
"When I get to the mill--" began Bart.
"We'll be there to meet you," announced Buck Tolliver.
"I don't see," growled Hank in an undertone to his brother, "why we
would take any risk riding under that grass."
"You leave this affair to me," retorted Buck. "If the kid gets through
all right, then we're all right, aren't we?"
"I suppose so."
"And we've got to wait as we agreed--for Wacker."
Bart had just turned into the main road. At the mention of that ominous
name, the young express agent brought the whip down upon the horse's
flanks with a sharp snap.
CHAPTER XX
BART ON THE ROAD
"Get up!"
The rig that Bart was driving sped along the dusty country road at a
good sharp pace.
The young express agent was undergoing the most vivid mental
perturbation of his career.
He kept whistling a jolly air, with a sidelong glance observed that his
recent companions had turned back towards their camp in the clearing,
and then, dropping his assumption of the reckless young adventurer,
stared seriously ahead and began to figure out the situation in all its
details.
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