The road was worn somewhat, and moderately well kept; and there was nothing to interfere with the steady jog which measured the distance at the rate of six miles an hour.

For three steady hours he went on, the horse no more worried than if he had been standing in the stable.

At nine o'clock the lights in the farmers' cottages by the wayside were extinguished, and the families they held were in bed.
Then the road began to grow dim, and the sky to become dark.

The fickle spring weather gave promise of rain.

Jim shuddered at the thought of the exposure to which, in a shower, his delicate friend would be subjected, but thought that if he could but get him to the wagon, and cover him well before its onset, he could shield him from harm.
The town clock was striking ten as he drove up to the stump where he was to meet Benedict's boy.