But Saunders remained listening.
"That was over OUR road, near the turnpike!" he said musingly.

"That's queer; thar ain't any of the boys away to-night, and that's a wagon.
It's some one comin' here.

Hark to that! There it is again." It was the same sound but more distinct and nearer, and then was lost again.
"They're dragging through the river sand that's just abreast o' Mallory's.

Stopped there, I reckon.

No! pushin' on again.