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and Dunbar to the next steamer landing. The man 

 in charge of the stable eyed him suspiciously and 

 told him to talk slowly as he could not understand 

 him. Harry related his predicament. The stableman 

 was a bit doubtful but finally said he would send a 

 man to drive a team for five dollars. 



''Our meals are coming high, but we've got to take 

 our medicine," said Harry to Dunbar, who answered 

 with a sickly smile. 



'Tenny wise." 



''Oh, shut up !" snapped Harry. 



The stableman yelled an order to someone, and 

 then said, "It is not dead certain that you can catch 

 the boat at the next dock as it is five miles away. 

 And, besides, she does not land on this side. You'll 

 have to be ferried over." 



This bit of information sent Harry into a frenzy, 

 and his utterances were old, but decidedly as expres- 

 sive as if they had been newly coined. 



Finally the team was ready and away rode the 

 trio — Harry, Dunbar and the driver. That horse 

 was kept going — up hill and down dale. The boat 

 could be followed by her lights, as the road was near 

 the west bank of the river. It was getting dark, but 

 the driver seemed to be familiar with the locality 

 until they came to where two roads branched. Then 

 he stopped. Up to this time not a word had been 

 spoken. 



"What's the matter?" asked Harry. 



"I don't know which road to take,!' answered the 

 driver. 



