"What do you want?" he asked surlily. The loss of his money had made him ill-tempered.
"Why, hello, Murdock!" cried Sam. "I didn't know you lived here."
"Oh, so it's you, Rover," answered the farm hand. He remembered that he had once given Sam a ride and had been well paid for it. "Caught in the hailstorm?" he went on, a bit more pleasantly.
"Yes. These are my brothers," added Sam. "We were out and we got lost. Can you tell us the best road to the college?"
"Of course. Walk through the woods back there. Then take the road to the left and at the cross roads turn to the right. You'll see the signs, so you can't go wrong."
"And how far is it?"
"About two miles. You can take the road yonder, too, but that's about a mile longer."
"Do you live here?" asked Dick, curiously.
"I sleep here me and two other hands. We get our meals up to Mr. Dawson's house—the man we work for."
"Oh, then this is the Dawson farm?" Dick remembered that Mr. Dawson supplied butter and eggs to the college.
"Yes, sir."
"I'm glad to know that, for we need some help.
