"Yes, standing under that tree there. I saw him move!"
The weary horse had dropped back into a shuffling walk, and Frank made no effort to coax or influence him to mending his ways, for he knew it was useless.
"Huh! a stump, more than likely!" he remarked, at the same time searching with his own eyes to see if what Lanky said might be true.
"Perhaps it was, but sure I thought the thing moved. Oh! yes, I'm seein' things all right; but who wouldn't after the funny way we came into possession of this fine outfit. I wonder now if we could get into town without anybody grabbing us? We're a fine pair of birds to be brought into the light, I don't think," and Lanky laughed harshly as he spoke aloud.
"There it is again, Frank," he immediately added, starting back, and pointing along the road.
The other had also noticed something that seemed to flicker, very like a lighted cigar, and at the same time he undoubtedly scented tobacco smoke, which betrayed the presence of some human being near by.
He started to pull in the horse, while Lanky lent valiant assistance, for he had instinctively clutched hold of the lines.
"Oh!" he mouthed, as he saw a dark figure striding forward.
