That pace soon discouraged the others and left them jogging leisurely a mile or two in the rear, and it also brought him the sooner to his destination.
"Wonder if she's mad yet," he asked himself, when he dismounted.

No one seemed to be about, but he reflected that it was just about noon and they would probably be at dinner--and, besides, the weather was not the sort to invite one outdoors unless driven by necessity.
The smell of roast meat, coffee and some sort of pie assailed his nostrils pleasantly when he came to the house, and he went in eagerly by the door which would bring him directly to the dining room.

As he had guessed, they were seated at the table.

"Why, come in, William," Dill greeted, a welcoming note in his voice.

"We weren't looking for you, but you are in good time.