He even wanted to go back to the regular road again, and when I explained that we would soon reach a trail which would lead right into the Centre, he still persisted.
"If we were to be robbed on this out-of-the-way road," said he, "it would look funny." "It would look funnier," I said, "if we were to go back and then get robbed.

Any one waiting to rob us would be on the regular road, wouldn't they ?" So I stubbornly drove on, the judge grumbling all the while for a mile or so.

Then he and Mrs.Stone began talking in a low tone, under the cover of which Virginia resumed her conversation with me.
"You are a stubborn Dutchman," said she.

To which I saw no need of making any reply.
"You seemed to have a good time," she said, presently.
"I didn't," said I."I'm nobody by the side of such people as Bob Wade.
I wasn't even invited.

I'm just paid to come along with the judge to protect the county's money.