"But you are following this carriage."
"Oh, no, sir, we are following the paper scent, sir," answered Larry Colby, and pointed to the bits of paper, which Fred Harrison was slyly dropping just in front of the horses.
"Then our carriage is on the trail," sighed Josiah Crabtree. "It is very annoying."
"Oh, it doesn't bother us much, sir," answered Frank coolly.
"Bother you! It is myself and Mrs. Stanhope to whom I referred. Make the hares take another course."
"Can't do that, sir, until we catch them."
"But why must you keep so close to this carriage?"
"I don't know, sir. Perhaps it is the carriage which is keeping close to us."
Josiah Crabtree looked more angry than ever. He spoke to the driver, with a view to increasing the speed of the team, but Borgy had entered into the spirit of the fun at hand, and he was, moreover, a great friend of Dora, and he shook his head. "Couldn't do it sir," he said. "I wouldn't want to run the risk of winding 'em."
"Do you mean to say they cannot outrun these boys?" demanded the head assistant at Putnam Hall.
"Hardly, sir—the lads is uncommonly good runners," answered Borgy meekly.
