"Say, that was something fierce, wasn't it ?" And he sank on a rock.
"Listen! I think I hear somebody coming!" cried Dick.
All strained their ears, and presently made out the sounds of a farm wagon moving slowly over the rocky roadway that was hidden by the trees.
Then the turnout came into view, loaded with freshly-cut cord wood, and drawn by a pair of bony, white horses.

On the seat of the wagon sat an aged colored man, talking volubly to his team.
"Hello there, uncle!" cried Dick, as the wagon came closer.

"Stop a minute, I want to talk to you." "What you-all wants ?" demanded the colored man nervously, for the spot was a particularly lonely one.
"Did you come from the direction of Snagtown ?" went on Dick.
"Dat's wot I did, sah." "Did you see anything of a big automobile going that way, one with a coach top ?" At this question the aged colored man blinked his eyes and shifted uneasily.

He glanced back, over his load of wood.
"I--I ain't got nuffin to say, boss, I ain't got nuffin to say!" he answered finally, and prepared to drive on.
"Oh, yes, you have got something to say--and you are going to say it!" cried Dick, and he ran forward, in front of the horses, and caught hold of one by the bit..