"I don't see how you make that out, Jim?" replied the other, gloomily.
"I wanted to turn and head for Fayette, but you said the other road was best," the heavier fellow went on.
"I think so yet, but who'd expect that we'd have such a wreck? I tell you, man, we're mighty lucky to come out of it as well as we did," said the other.
"That's easy for you to say, but my arm feels tough. I reckon she's broke sure enough. That means delay and trouble, just when things looked so bright. It's a shame, that's what. Sure we didn't lose it in the accident, are you, Bart?"
The lighter man seemed to again feel down at his feet.
"I tell you it's there safe and sound. Given four hours, and we'll be where they ain't going to find us. Keep up your nerve, Jim. Luck's still with us, I know," he went on.
"Is it? Well, I'm beginning to suspect there's been a turn In the tide. When the machine took the bit in her mouth and slammed us up against that tree, it looked to me like we had run into bad weather. But we must be near that road, Bart!"
"Reckon it's just ahead now; I remember that big tree we passed comin' out," replied the uninjured one of the precious pair.
"All right. Don't let the kid get past. Seems to
