CHAPTER XVI
THROUGH THE NIGHT
BUT, look here, Mart! How the dickens will you know where to go? I don't believe this is a real road we're on!"
"Give 'em their heads, old scout: that's the only way. Every nag knows how to get home. All we've got to do is hold on and" Just then a wheel struck a rock and nearly threw them out. "And still hold on," ended Martin, with a laugh.
"They'll be after us in a shake," said Nelson pessimistically.
"A fat chance of finding us they'll have! Just as soon as we get on asphalt I'll touch 'em up. Feel a whip anywhere?"
"Asphalt! Where do you think you are? Fifth Avenue, New York?"
"Feels like it now and then," chuckled Mart. "Get ap, Bones! Say, wouldn't it be funny if it was dynamite we had in there behind?"
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