He did not know whether Franco was to go with him, or not; but he arranged the bags in such a way, that he could easily make a warm nest for him in one corner, if the farmer should allow him to go.
The farmer helped him about all the arrangements, and, when they were completed, he told Jonas to go in and get his supper, and go to bed, so as to get up and set off early in the morning.
"It will be a fine starlight night," said he, "and you'd better be ten miles on your way by sunrise." When Amos got up the next morning, and went out with his lantern, to go to the barn, as he passed by the shed on his way, he saw that the sleigh was gone.

He proceeded to the barn, and, as he opened the door, he was startled at something which suddenly darted past him and rushed out.
"What's that ?" said Oliver, who was behind him.

"It is Franco," said he.
"Where is he going ?" Franco ran off to the shed where Jonas had harnesses his horses, and began smelling around upon the ground.

He followed the scent along the yard, up to a post by the side of the house, where Jonas had stopped a moment ago to go in and get his great-coat, when all was ready; and then, after pausing here a moment, he darted off towards the road.
"Here! Franco, Franco," said Amos, "come back here." "Franco, Franco," repeated Oliver, "here--here--here--here." Franco paid no attention to these calls, but ran off along the road at full speed.
In the mean time, Jonas had traveled rapidly onward, by the light of the stars, over the glittering and frosty road.
The keen air made his ears tingle a little, but he rubbed them, and they soon became warm.

His feet were comfortably stowed away down in his box, among the bags and buffalo-skins, so that they were warm and comfortable.
The horses trotted along at good speed, and soon brought Jonas and his load to the village at the mill.