CHAPTER XXIII
"THAT'S THE MAN!"
"What will you do with your horse and carriage asked Mr. Blackford, when the girls had made different seating arrangements to accommodate Mr. Bailey, the farmer. "It won't do to leave it on the road; will it?"
"No, I'll have to fix that some way. We can't very well take it along with us. But here comes Jim Bates. He'll look after my nag for me. Hi, Jim!" he called as a man came driving past in a dilapidated wagon, drawn by a bony horse, "Jim, jest look after by outfit; will you? Maybe you can leave it in Pierce's barn until I come back. That isn't far. Pierce is away, but his wife will let you, I guess."
"Where you goin'?" asked Jim. His horse had stopped of its own accord, it seemed.
"Goin' in to Franklin."
"In that there machine?"
"Yep."
"Gittin' sort of stylish; ain't ye?"
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