"Do you think they have found out, and sent someone after us?" whispered Meg breathlessly.
"No," answered Robin, though his heart beat like a trip-hammer. "No—no—no!"
The wheels drew nearer, and they heard one of the men speaking.
"Chicago by sunrise," he was saying. "And what I don't see of it won't be worth seeing."
The next minute the fast-trotting horse spun swiftly down the road, and carried the voices out of hearing. Meg and Robin drew twin sighs of relief. Robin spoke first
"It is someone who is going to the Fair," he said.
"Perhaps we shall see him on the train," said Meg.
"I daresay we shall," said Robin. "It was nobody who knows us. I didn't know his voice. Meg, let's take hands again, and walk quickly. We might lose the train."
They did not talk much more, but walked briskly. They had done a good day's work before they set out, and were rather tired, but they did not lag on that account. Sometimes Meg took a turn at carrying the satchel, so that Robin might rest his arm. It was not heavy, and she was as strong for a girl as he was for a boy.
At last they reached the depot. There were a
