It was now night, but the three gas-lamps lit up the road so well that they had little difficulty in finding their way.
"We are not due until six o'clock," said Jack.

"So we can take it easy.
No use of getting into a perspiration over it." "We'll not sweat much to-night," answered Pepper.

"Too cold.

I move we keep at it until we reach that old barn near the Lodge.

Then we can rest a bit, so that we won't appear at the place all out of breath." Two miles were covered, and then they came to a place where the highway was unusually rough.
"Let me go ahead and pick the way," sang out Andy, and forged to the front.
"Better slack up a little!" returned the young major.