Ralph Henry Barbour

“ For a minute or more they thumped and swayed over the road, if road it was, without further speech. Nelson tried to listen for sounds of pursuit, but the creaking of the wheels and the straining of the wagon prevented. Then Martin laughed softly beside him. "Say, won't they be surprised when they get back and don't find it?" he asked. "Can't you just picture them stumbling around in the dark? They'll think at first that they've missed the place. Then they'll conclude that the horses have moved off a bit. ”

“ Martin was silent a minute.
Then: "I tell you what we'll do, Nep. We're in wrong anyhow for out-staying liberty, and we might as well be hung for sheep as for lambs. We'll find this Midleton place you tell about and be sure we're headed right. Then we'll stop and have a few hours' sleep and drive into Queenstown in the morning in triumph. What do you say?"
"Sounds crazy to me," objected Nelson. "All except the sleep part of it. That sounds mighty reasonable. ”

“ I don't believe this is a real road we're on!"
"Give 'em their heads, old scout: that's the only way. Every nag knows how to get home. All we've got to do is hold on and——" Just then a wheel struck a rock and nearly threw them out. "And still hold on," ended Martin, with a laugh.
"They'll be after us in a shake," said Nelson pessimistically. ”