Terry sat with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the dash-board.

As we came to the four corners at the valley-pike I reined in.
"Would you rather go the short way over the mountains by a very rough road, or the long way through Kennisburg ?" I inquired.
"What's that ?" he asked.

"Oh, the short way by all means--but first I want to call at the Mathers's." "It would simply be a waste of time." "It won't take long--and since Radnor won't talk I've got to get at the facts from the other end.

Besides, I want to see Polly myself." "Miss Mathers knows nothing about the matter," said I as stiffly as possible.
"Doesn't she!" said Terry.

"She knows a good many things, and it's about time she told them .-- At any rate, you must admit that she's the owner of the unfortunate coat that caused the trouble; I want to ask her some questions about that.