Well, sir, they wasn't nothing went wrong. I drove slow through the village and past our shop. Hank come to the door of it as I went past. But I hit them hosses a lick, and they broke into a right smart trot. Elmira, she come onto the porch and I waved my hand at her. She put her hand up to her forehead to shut out the sun and jest stared. She didn't know I was waving her farewell. Hank, he yelled something at me, but I never hearn what. I licked them hosses into a gallop and went around the turn of the road. And that's the last I ever seen or hearn of Hank or Elmira or that there little town. CHAPTER V I slowed down when I got to the schoolhouse, and both them fellers piled in. “I guess I better turn north fur about a mile and then turn west, Doctor Kirby,” I says, “so as to make a kind of a circle around that town.” “Why, so, Rube?” he asts me. “Well,” I says, “we left it going east, and they'll foller us east; so don't we want to be going west while they're follering east?” Looey, he agreed with me. But he said it wouldn't be much use, fur we would likely be ketched up with and took back and hung or something, anyhow. Looey could get the lowest in his sperrits sometimes of any man I ever seen. “Don't be afraid of that,” says the doctor. “They are not going to follow us. _They_ know they didn't get this property by due process of law. _They_ aren't going to take the case into a county court where it will all come out about the way they robbed a couple of travelling men with a fake trial.” “I guess you know more about the law'n I do,” I says. “I kind o' thought mebby we stole them hosses.” “Well,” he says, “we got 'em, anyhow. And if they try to arrest us without a warrant there'll be the deuce to pay. But they aren't going to make any more trouble. I know these country crooks. They've got no stomach for trouble outside their own township.” Which made me feel considerable better, fur I never been of the opinion that going agin the law done any one no good. They looks around in that wagon, and all their stuff was there--Jake Smith and the squire having kep' it all together careful to make things seem more legal, I suppose--and the doctor was plumb tickled, and Looey felt as cheerful as he ever felt about anything. So the doctor says they has everything they needs but some ready money, and he'll get that sure, fur he never seen the time he couldn't. “But, Looey,” he says, “I'm done with country hotels from now on. They've got the last cent they ever will from me--at least in the summer time.” “How you going to work it?” Looey asts him, like he hasn't no hopes it will work right. “Camp out,” says the doctor. “I've been thinking it all over.” Then he turns to me. “Rube,” he says, “where are you going?” “Well,” I says, “I ain't pinted nowhere in pertic'ler except away from that town we just left. Which my name ain't Rube, Doctor Kirby, but Danny.” “Danny what?” asts he. “Nothing,” says I, “jest Danny.”