repress a shudder as she felt the bold glance of the man.

"Oh, I'm going to turn around," declared Jack. "I'm going back to
Chelton. That's where you're headed for, I take it?"

"Sure. That's where I'm goin', and I'm tired, too. I've had a long
walk this mornin', and--"

"Are you working in the blacksmith shop?" asked Walter quietly.

"No. What made you think that?" asked Lem quickly. "If you
think--"

Then he stopped suddenly. An indignant look, that Lem had assumed,
faded from his face. "No, I wasn't workin' there," he went on.
"I--er--I just stopped in to see about gettin' a piece of iron."

"Well, do you want to ride back with me?" asked Jack, who wondered
at Walter's question.

"That's what I do, if you're goin' my way."

"Yes, I'll turn around in a minute. Go ahead, Cora and Walter. Get
back as soon as you can."

Jack cranked up his car, got in, and, running in a half circle,
steered it to where Lem was standing.

"I ain't much in the habit of ridin' in these here kind of wagons,"
remarked Lem with a smirk. "I hope nothin' happens t' us."