"I declare, I don't feel just easy about you folks starting out," said
the farmer whose guests they had been. "Better watch the road some
careful, you driver. I suppose you know it pretty well."
"He doesn't, but I do!" called a tall youth from the driver's seat.
"I'll keep him straight. We'll be all right. We're due home at midnight,
and we'll be there, unless the roads are too heavy to keep the pace we
came in."
"No, sir, we can't ever keep the pace we come in," presently averred the
man from the livery-stable, who was driving. "The road's pretty heavy. I
declare, I don't know as I ever see snow so thick. Do I turn a little to
the right here or do I keep straight ahead?"
"Straight ahead," answered the boy beside him, confidently. "I've been
over this road a thousand times, and it doesn't bend to the right for
half a mile yet."
"It's lucky you know," said the driver. "I'm all at sea already. Can't
see the fences only now and then. I'd ha' swung off there, sure, if you
hadn't said not."
As the rising wind began to whirl snowily about their ears and necks,
the party turned up their coat-collars and tucked in their fur robes.
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